O the words you pen,
so intoxicating
the selections you make
& the contrived patterns
you write
are certainly
meant to stimulate,
to peak the very senses!

O pray tell
my sweet lady poet,
you my dear friend,
is it possible to fall
without pheromones,
not for the ones on paper,
but for the genetic ones
created in the heavens above!?

Is all of this
intimate-diatribe
just a fantasy?