her coy playfulness

To water a thought, a speckle in a mind enormous....imagination its life, its survival to worlds wondrous.
To water the feeling that goes with it, the pictures painted...how to bring from fantasy into reality...ponderous.

The reality sublime, intoxicating ever evolving and engaging
The fantasy a call deep within the hidden recesses of a mind, deranging.

A capitulating to that fantasy that gnaws and does not go away
Knowing how to find it without ones sanity going astray.

A womanly form so seductively alluring
nothing else exists but the thought of its procuring
and thus like a droplet of water on a plan does drip
slowly step by step, the plan, the creator does sip.

She, unaware of the thought sparked in his head
her coy playfulness and banter his thoughts to the plan had led
and now as the New Year round the corner did peak
on one knee his proposal to her, he would speak.

"Dear gorgeous one...my mind you have bewitched
to you every thought every desire every need is stitched
will you my body devour and pleasure
for yours i am, my dear lady...at your leisure."

"Kind Sir." she said pulling him up to stand
"To go on your knee for such a request much too grand
but come, let us rather to my parlour go
and your surrender to my indulgence in you, betrow."

RB.