Seduction

Seductions are, by nature, slow. They do not swirl into a life and grab the subject of the seduction by the throat and whisk that person away. Rather, they slide in through a door left ajar, hiding behind curtains until the time is right and the heart is ripe for explorations and excitement. Seductions are like syrup, gradual and thick and sensual. They leave unmistakable trails, invisible until baked by time and the light of day into paths resembling the wanderings of snails in the morning dew. Seductions are purposeful, intentional, willful explorations of desire buried just beneath the surface; they conjure dreams of willing subjects who, though claiming innocence, expose cracks in the veneer of platonic attraction.

The brush of skin on skin, the lingering glance, the soft squeeze, the combination of eyes and smile that say more than words; these are the language of seduction. We all want to be fluent, don’t we?

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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1 Response to Seduction

  1. Holly Forrest says:

    Very nice piece, JS. Reads like the opener to a tale of infidelity. What a great story starter.

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