His attraction induced a need I had nearly forgotten,
The sway of emerald trees of Irish atmosphere long hushed.
His touch inclined curiosity that should have been torched in
the days of adulates,
As the moon desperately yearns to candle light the waiting
A devilish anticipation of wondrous trembling flesh; slowing
falling into the trap,
Howling in despair as spheres are tossed to invoke our restless
My Love had lost an eternal battle in a war that was written for
And the body victors only to become the impatient sun overtaking
His look soared into the genocide of my soul, unleashing a once
Like a hellish agile banshee whaling for what I had shamefully
His thesis of endearment snatched the kindred dazzle I stored
Starlight grieves for the heart that has graced a shore in this
tale of lust and lore.