The Lorelei

The Lorelei

Every evening around five she’d arrive, and beckon me
To once again consummate our mad affair;
With me, secluded, lost in self
Feeling helpless to resist.

So the evening would pass, with us locked in oral embrace,
Neither willing to leave ‘till all was done.
Through dizziness reel, as the dark closed in
All thought cloud without substance.

Then she’d quietly leave me to another deep sleep
Where even dreams were undreamt
And to a morning of hazy recollection;
A day of mindless repetition, awaiting her return.