No Feminine Tease......Please!

I'm ensnared in cobwebs crocheted with time, Prostrate on wild moss,lies my woman sublime; Stupored with cannabis and some weed looks like slime: Life seems in darkness,unfit for the swine; Her eyes prismatic hues,are the enchanting clues; These senses lie floating,on a pool of red wine. Those bewitching lips wear a venetian look, Got to savour them hook or by crook. Contours of fullness one of a kind, Inviting enough,to drive a hawk blind. Behind the moons glow,stars hide courting in shadow; Playing peeping Tom,Helios is waiting for morrow. My desires in distress,this mind in a mess; Oh beloved you've left me, without a caress. A new dawn is breaking,another cocks waking: With conciousness dawning,I'll surely wake shaking. This terrible tease,had me truly stirred and mistaken, Once in a while I guess,a mans got to be shaken. --- Princefreakasso {Artist and Poet}