Must You Torment Me
Must you torment me, you sultry vixen,
Beguile me with the ling’ring lust of more
Hold me quiv’ring within your heated grasp
Entrap me with the distance of your shore
Please touch gently the paleness of my need
Infuse your torrid breeze with flowered balm
Awakening a fullness, bursting forth
To join you in your solemn summer Psalm
Thus, sing sweet nature’s ever-welcome song
Dark ravens ‘mid the timpani of corn
Watch as the buzzing bees complete their chores
Fear not the roses beauty, nor it’s thorn
So come you sultry sunrise, make my day
Your rolling fields will soon be winter’s hay
©7/13/2023
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2023
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