Trespass
				by Carmelena

They look but cannot see
The true nature of my intention
A fleeting glance, a flirtatious smile
No action betrays or draws attention
Of all the people no one seems to expect
Or imagine how easy it might be
It's almost criminal to turn it down
And not exploit a perfect opportunity
Well, as they say, it doesn't knock twice
I guess the latter I truly wouln't know
The lights go down and the game begins
An accurate metaphor and sinister innuendo!
I make a complete assessment of my boundaries
And the risks once they have been crossed
There is one last moment to change my mind
Reconsider the stakes of what could be lost
Nothing ventured is nothing gained
Focus, breathe deep and control the fear
Concentrate and achieve flawless entry
As rationale and purpose become sincere
A strange seduction starts to take place
As a desired object warmly greets the eye
And a cold chill runs through me
An uncontrolled quiver I don't deny
And for that one brief moment in time
The entire world seems to stand still
I contemplate the working of unknown forces
And the reward of an unmistakable thrill
It should be downright shameful
Yet the depth of my heart fails to feel
The possible humiliation of getting caught
Or the immorality of being able to steal
My pulse races with anticipation
And a taste sweetened by compulsive need
Of the proverbial forbidden fruit
Untainted by monetary value and greed
Then comes the self conscious awareness
Disciplined far beyond the mastery of an art
Calculated manipulation of an old forsaken skill
Ultimate victory to a deviant heart
True success yet to be accomplished
The amorphous finish line still lies ahead
The chance for a stalemate always exist
With the possiblities of which you dread
This is when suprise is not pleasant
And you are tested above and beyond the call
Of any normal, legitimate circumstance
Prepared for anything and all
But tonight fares good fortune
Though I'm not a true believer in fate
When they discover evidence of my trespass
It will already be too late
And when the crime is long forgotten
I will irreproachably grace the scene
A place cherished forever in private memory
Proving not everything is what it seems