Secrets
Sitting across the table
Her youth betrayed
Laughing
Unaware of the power
Inherited in flesh
Flowing carelessly
With the toss of her hair
A brutal passion
Lurking deep inside
Stretched taut
Before his eyes
He has seen her
Head turned just so
Eyes half-closed
The sigh of release
Implicit in her form
Leather and loose fabric
Framing a body
Made for consumption
Now she sits across the table
Secret whisperings
With his daughter
And he wonders
If she
Thinks
Of him