Lady of the  lake

She was the lady of the lake

Her gentle ripples

Kissed and teased and

lapped the swollen naked

flesh of his desires

Between open thighs

and trembling knees

Of forest and meadow

Her welcoming wet

Warm depths sucked him in

To seek her nectar

Passion pumping

Through his veins

Engorged and erect

He slid down the crumbling banks

Of his restraint

and entered her.

Swept downstream through

Whirlpools and lonely night

Wet dream sheets of longing

Those billowed sails

taught and tied to

The hard wood mast

Of yearning desire

Sucked and blew

the leaking vessel

Of his rampant lust

Guiding him deep inside her.

She was the lady of his dark lake.