The Temptation of The Temptress

I understand that it is not my eyes that captivates you,
it is not my smile,
or the way I look at you directly when you speak,
it is not how I listen to you with intensity, that makes you want to know more about me..
its whats behind all these gestures that make you curious..
Its not the red flesh of the apple that bring your lips closer..its the sweet juiciness that is promised underneath.
The idea of you sinking your teeth into something refreshing is what brings you here..its what has you placing your head on my shoulder..
as I brush your hair..and kiss your forehead..
I am silly I know, I laugh too loudly and get depressed at a moments thought,
I go in-between fighting and being still,
I seem to calculate and let everything fall to chaos at once.
The temptation of my hour isn't what you see, its what you believe I hold for you.
Its what you believe is spoken in the unspoken..the hidden notes in our musical..
you create me as your desire,
you picture me as the juiciest creation,
and I become that...

but, it works in reverse as well..
I am tempted by how open your not..
how you pretend to be so exposed yet there is a closet in your eyes
...I must see for myself ..
I must turn the lock and let myself in..I need to be ripped apart by your secrets..so that I can lick your wounds.. 
That's my temptation.
I want to fall head first into your sins and sadness, into your despair, into your hopes.
The temptation of the temptress..
The temptation of woman..