Contradictions or Scorch(ed)ing

Terse tones and ignored moans, two voices speak through her
Resisting chances with beckoning advances,
Which one to believe?

Heartbeat listening, tongues glistening
Truths half-passed between,
Tantalizing tangles, womanly angles
You’re a study in form to be seen,

Philosophy drinking, flirtatious winking
Tragic tales scatter my sleep,
Farreaching fears flame again:
She’s a bit scorched – but refuses to weep.