a bird of a different sort

A bird of a different sort
in a precarious position got caught
and with anguish her mind fraught
how to distract him she thought.

Her nakedness she knew did appeal
so easy herself in that form to reveal
but with an upper-hand like that to seal
would not be fair to clench the deal.

Yet the call to make him hers was strong
and the throb in her loins a lovers song
that moment to sensuality did belong
she asked herself..why not him to string along.

So she parted the branches and let him see
and beckoned him to approach the tree
revealing herself, she be the key
for his coital fantasy to fly free.

 

                                                                 RB.