Warily you wander
Much fonder to believe
No conjurer can deceive

Your heart cast in stone
Alone, your defenses
Inured by pretenses

I cannot resist
And insist that you yield
To the magic I wield

I cast an eye
So wry, to be your foil
Like a snake, you coil

I lie in wait
To sate your smolder
If you would be but bolder

I watch you rise
So wise to my wiles
You will truck no denials

Like Prometheus, poised
And crazed by desire
You would steal my fire

Against any rule
Like a fool at odds
You would affront the Gods

To take what you covet
I love it... to be
The fire that you see

(c) 2014 - Bethany Ariel Frasier