within a fortress
i have a room
tasteful but simple
i collapse on the bed
too tired to even undress

waking early
i ventured the hall
and opened the door
to your room

noble you looked
sleeping there flaccid
thinking i'd rise you
with my watering mouth

you stirred in your sleep
muttering something
i did'nt quite get

what would you think
if i pounced upon you
pinning you down with
wild intention
would you respond in animal kind
with wanton need for affection
i salivate at the thought

you stir again
and kick off the sheet
exposing your form and surface
oh, i'd so like to touch
and intimate explore each delicate fold
taking my time to know all it holds
Tantric in its journey

tickled by the thought
i make a move forward
and reach to smooth my hair
i realize then i'd slept in my clothes
my hair is wind blown and sleep tangled

this won't do, how could you
when you love beauty and structure
and perhaps more behaved

so i retreat the door
in search of a bath
and think of the art of seduction