Another

The feeling of another
Its lustrous warmth
Felt by an ivory cave
Its very core darked

The image of beauty
Or is it royale?
Most surely,
She is the femmes fatale

Nerves in confusion
Thoughts begin to link
Actions stopped,
To the brain it was bequeathed

None-guaranteed
To become like the others
What must one do
For the feeling of another

Restraint!
A surrender would suffice
Should one want to
Never pay the price