Trembling Innocence
by Doug
evening at last, the children tucked with love in their beds;
and games , food and heroes fill their precious litttle heads.
their tender mother, tired after a day's toil, hears the rain
play nature's symphony overhead, soothing away the strain.
so serene the feeling of home and health, yet a tiny ache
tugs at heir heart and beckons with rumored fun to take
a chance that her special internet pal will grasp her hand
and guide the woman in her to outshine here golden band
the unfulfilled passion in her girlish heart emboldens her
to test the kindred spirit, match fire for fire with another
and unleash the lustful flames in wife and mother replete.
too early the fervid hearts of all marriage-age girls feel
drawn to the exciting world of children and wedding rings.
then soon after, hard-pressed mate forsaking the appeal,
a woman's private needs come last in the scheme of things.
the listful proposition comes, but she hesitates, to ponder
the fate of her trembling innocence, if she dares to wander,
so she will keep her wits today and quell her lusting heart,
fearing that, should she give in, would rip her world apart