Rain could pool in your hollow hip bones
Your collar bones could hold water
Which the lust driven imps
Would drink from

You are a woodland king
Bringing out the animal within me

Weave a flower crown to place on your
Lovely head
Complimenting your complex structure

I sink to my knees at your disposal
Only you could make me squirm this way
like maggots feeding upon decay

I felt the flutter in my stomach
The sudden sharp beat in my chest
You are a weakness blooming in my lungs
Vining through my veins

I am lost deep within your woods
But my king, won’t you let me go?