Wiles

Summer dies in smothering frustration,
as an autumn born temptress beguiles
with simmering primal temptation.

Her sharp mastery of feminine wiles
will strip away all hope of salvation;
imprisoned by lust, there's no denial.

The taste of carnal sin is bittersweet
and lost within the sound of a heartbeat.

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an Ottava Rima poem ...and a writing exercise. Testing my muse's sharpness.