Desire and passion walk with coupled hands
The heady heights of his enamoured soul
Dream drenched in the rapids of a swollen stream
That floods her well, in which his avid longing thirst
He yearns to quench, but never will,
He fords the currents of these liquid dreams
Amid the labyrinth of the Briar's
Torn and tangled weave he seems
To rest his head between her hips
And drink the nectar from her lips but...
This remains beneath the covers
Of his roaming fantasies.
