Or friendly birdcalls
Give me signals
He is often there
He follows me everywhere
Through the woodlands of lust
In the daylight and into the night
With glimpses
From the corners of my eyes
Of his form
And visage
Most inspiring sight
My entrancement keeps him
Always seeking more
Coming closer
Ever closer
And the spell was stronger
Ever stronger
I am his muse
His compulsion
His urgent
Enraptured need
Stopping often as I trip lightly on bare feet
Along the meadowlands
Soft and sweet
He follows me everywhere
With his senses alert
At their peak
There across the glade
He stands
In his glory
Gazing upon me as his hands caress his flesh
His rampant flesh
And I dance the dance of delectation
For the sight
With my arms twirling out in exultation
At the sight
Of his manly form aroused as always
To adore
Me
He adores me and honors the glory
Of my goddess like flickering
Through the woodlands day and night
Up on my toes awhirl
Arms spread almost in flight
Then
Tickling with fingertips
Around and about
My womanly erections of breasts
And dripping lips of expectant
Fondling
Fingertips trailing down and around
His manly erection of might
This is the evening of delight
Wide is the darkening separation
But narrow the gap
In our thoughts
Sharing the passionate ideas of rapture
Smiling across the separation
Then
Moaning with unsparing touch
To
Bring us to the heights
To the very highest pleasure and delight
Erupting into the stillness of the dusk
His seed spreads as my body quivers
And
My cries at seeing his fulfillment
My recognition of his praise
For the fruition
Of his and my delight
Until
It is over
As often it ends
It is over
There is darkness
Spreading through my woodlands of dreaming lust
Until
My senses
Aware
He is there once again
He is there filling my heart with delight
