Black Swan

She comes to me, a vision of pureness;
Blinding white in crisp, starched lines.
She steps up, hourglass figure encased;
Known from afar but nervous now I'm here.

A kiss on the hand, small, soft hands;
A flutter in her eyes that says now she knows.
A tender kiss, yet insistent in reciptocity;
The black swan stirs in her soul.

She knows what it takes to play this role;
Caution, deception, passion and abandon.
No hesitation, no doubts against the law of morality;
But she knows that morals have departed on a riptide.

It will drag her under but send her soaring;
Icarus to the Sun, just wanting a little closer.
She's the one that will destroy me, of that I'm sure;
A girl playing without understanding all of the rules.

Unless that black swan takes control;
Controlled and calculating, lustful and yet cold.
My task is to train Pandora, now that I have opened her box;
Sealed with a kiss, she accepted her challenge: Me.