Two phoenix feathers.
They lounge about a bar:
the man a ravenous flirt;
the woman arranging skirt.
She looks up to barely notice
The man's poultice of charm.
Alarmed she couldn't be
A strang-ed warmth in the knee
Her straw mind lit with glee
for the stallion to consume.
What of the body dear swan?
The man looks away to yawn.
Her desire becomes an agony:
fire building like dragon's breath.
Indeed, she pants for more...
Phoenix feathers burning galore!
Another look and she melts,
such bewitching spans veldts.
He looks away again, he's mixed.
She wonders if she's been tricked.
Indeed, from shadows another slinks.
Let us depart "adult" hi-jinx.
A cynical view of ****** desire.
To be honest, half the world's problems are persistent, because there are people who incorrectly orient their behaviors, motives and desires, plus: there's a hierarchy of social worth which we can't seem to avoid. Seem to.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this!
DEW