Wiser tries were made that day
Uncomplicated ebb-and-flow (the less you know)
To-and-fro
The seas they chose, the gilded rose
And frosted throes
Still it goes a-pitter pat
How dare I stare at that and say (with every word just tossed away)
“Relax…”
A sexy swarm of rapid-fire
Cupid’s arrows, my desire
Do you tire? (Tantric spells & wishing wells)
The second greeting
Nothing fleeting, hence our meeting
Thirsty
Cursed and bursting
Ah, the air is full of you
Like a diamond fortress draped in ebony.