A Passionate Creature

He stands with brood and demesne
long locks filled with maturity and beauty
mind of adolescent grief
no maternal instinct with many attempting fails
an absent paternal gene

He smiles with a comely presence
and words
so sweet, evanescent
look into his soul
tell me what do you see?
I see
wounds with damage
yet longing for passion
a fire blazing
high temper
periodically soften
for a invitation of lust and love filled nights
Laughter of peaceful moments
scents of sweet and masculine blends
wide broad shoulders
craves you
devours you
take you into heated moments of ecstasy
orgasmic nights
put him on a cloud to rest
take him to a bucolic
rub him soothing calming oils
caress him with
words of soft petals brushing warn waters
kiss away past pains

walk me with your strong
hard rock legs
fondle me with your big hands
lets make another night
of enchanted dreams
so shall your past of negative energy fade
and our present rise