Lovescape.
I am soft-sift in thine hands.
Fast as in an hourglass the drift
toward moments of intimate fancy
as thy kisses drench my expectant skin.
I am drawn to this Lovescape.
Fired by thy moth-soft voice I try
to view in thine eye jay-blue blazing
over-riding forsooth any female shyness.
I am much blown away by need.
Burnt to a frazzle in heat\'s bowl,
half-sunk under fire\'s thirsty heave
first resistance wilt die to passion\'s role.
I am sealed by thy fervour.
Bathed in desire\'s lusty flavour
and tasting bliss know for a certain
I thee favour and thus shalt capitulate.
Therefore I bid thee make haste.