Author's Notes

This was written for Lust Woman, after she'd made some comment about the first time she'd ever kissed me. She kissed me like I'd never been kissed before. Her kiss was full of passion, hard and demanding. No one had ever kissed me that way before. And yes, she scared the hell out of me that night with that kiss and the depth of her desire for me. Nothing had prepared me for that. I'd always thought that sex was supposed to be soft and gentle. But those are words I'd never use to describe Lust Woman. And soft and gentle wasn't what I wanted from her either. I wanted it hard and fast, with a need so great it could only be described as urgent.

I'm not so sure it wouldn't have happened that night, if her teenage son hadn't come home when he did. I wanted her more than I'd ever wanted anything in my life. I've never understood where she got the idea that I didn't want her.

Back then, I ended several poems to her with those great lines from Seal's song, A Kiss from a Rose. I thought they described my feelings for her perfectly... even when I knew I should not have feelings for her, they remained. I couldn't get rid of them. She was my power, meaning my muse. My pleasure, of course she was. And lastly she was my pain, because I couldn't and shouldn't have her, but I wanted her so desperately.

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