All these acts that do deign.
Languid, in of need of passion -
A pretender, so much to feign.
Pale, worn and ashen.
Listless, to succumb to this.
A dormant sleeping beauty -
Oh pray, arousal, be it a kiss.
But each man bound by duty.
Passion cloistered from the gods.
A wanton spirit hides in stealth.
Intoxicating, whipping rods -
Bleeding behind, enjoy the wealth!!
Reaching with hands to grapple.
Passion infused with searing rage.
No one to taste the sweetest apple.
Soaking through, yet to assuage.
Passion intense, never to be sated.
Fantasy of mind shall hungrily abide.
When it's over, so deflated....
It's just ANOTHER lonely ride!!