In the depths of skittish un-fulfilments
in the dryness of warmth
and the drought of probing reach and hot gasps
lilies carry thoughts of raging fire
flaming throes kindled by burning logs
in the icy days of winter wonderland
no attention warrants finding attention in these times
for swirling in minds gazes is one of note

That who walks the walk and known to do the do
in tales told high in visions seen carries the splendour
of a rider divine
in agile rhythm swaying the deepness within
statuesque in midnight hues shimmering in the light
speaking the language of ardour that melts cave
rigging tunnels that spurts rivulets of warm honey
vibing passions incumbents or promising's find unattainable

So in minds play debarring cloying inattention
the hornets buzz frantically and fanatically courting touches
throwing fevered imaginings and un-wishful yet wishful
bewitched minds  craving notices to wet the thighs
so go in and play for my consent is given
bring forth images but know I drive the ride
spread wide the gates and hold on tight and firm
we go fast and slow and reach deep till we arrive and arrive...