Chrome Reflections

The dew drops mingle with the scented foam, As foaming orchid kisses trace desire. She sees my desire reflected in chrome The falling chrome rain cannot quench our fire, That same flaming fire that guides my need home Home; where teased kisses play upon her lyre As lyre strings vibrate like a honeyed comb I succumb to the thoughts of her desire. My one desire to ease her wanton need In latent streams of need that twist and flow Where flowing movement feeds the hunger so. So love demands that we sate lusting greed In greedy torrent waters we renew Our knowing passion so long overdue