My Swedish Wood

Been so conditioned
Like the dog that finds the bone
Salivating about what comes next
A hungry one-dimensional tone

So too I was when she came close
At first confident nothing to fear
But then her probing unlocked questions
Made my attempt at seduction not so clear

For there is spirit involved
In what was at first so trite
Became a battle so epic
Battle on held my brain so tight

Far deeper then desires of the flesh
To quench is not a challenge hard
For on the surface an appealing look
Oh so easy to find in the cards

But she pulled the words of a great bard
So easily from her lips
Reduced to ashes my every demon
Stopped the wanting of her lovely hips

Found an answer I did through probing
But wouldn't you know my fate
My response was late in the making
She was gone for a fool she would not wait