Villianous Hour

On a cold day in January
A middled aged poet
Whose work they use to read
Sits.

Overwhelmed by poetry tag
Intruding thoughts had
That no will ever
Understand.

Within a villianous hour
Unafraid of outcome
I might do what I shouldn't
But I mustn't.

When agreed love is alien
To desires overflow
No matters can veiwed
By public spectacles.

Which makes things so seductive
To all my hidden whims
Igniting sexy nightmares
Too often I have screamed.

No, no, no!
But tell this to my heart
Within an angelic moment
When I have them.