Supple nectar
Sweet release
Through the ample
Air she breathes
A budding flower
Where buds bloom
A sweet delight
That ends too soon
Smell her essence
Her curving nape
Caught in her trance
With no escape
But not held captive
By any means
She’s who I dream of
In my fantasies
She’s my triumph
I aim to please
My only passion
My dream of dreams