She was desire
it drew him into her.
Her everything tied up
in being desireable.
How she could lure him
into whatever shape
she pleased with her desire.
She was queen, the ruler
so long as he succumbed
to desire and she
had made herself his desire.
He felt it arise in his mind.
So quickly his body responded
to her movement
the essence of her smells
and softest fleshyness
of arousal.
How his masculinity
demanded and served
obeying her every need
into a crescendo of.........
....and finished!
Desire? What\'s that?
She hated him!