really?...i ask u...

be it trickery this flirtatious mind of mine?

would it not be cruel to coax u out of shallow slumbers...?...

with my naughtiness...?...

yet...forbidding u the picking of the fruits?

more cruel it would be to restrict myself

to nothing more than a flirt!

lascivious may my thoughts be

but, pure of intent...for pleasure of the most delicious sort

is all that is desired.

salacious some may say...this unrestricted interest in u...

knowing not to rest, ever brewing in the imagination.

why should i challenge this state of thought

that knows to accept the most sensuous part of my spirit...?

a gift bestowed by the generous Universal Powers.

aaah...come now...how can u argue that part of u into bullied silence?

is it your fear of societal opinion

that quietens the most joyous part of self,

that part that knows to engage in sensuous union

with a lover most dear?

a cruel a state of being, the pretend that seductive sensuality

might be a sin, to be judged...

is it not a prudish, shallow, fearful mind that needs to be shown the way of

sincere indulgences sexy and seductive? 

for...whatever may dwell in that cove of tortuous deviant imaginings

does need release...

...rest...

of fears and restrictions most unnecessary.

and thus...on all fours i shall go...to crawl toward u

to kiss the very tippy part of your toe

before, i begin the travel of  your sexy form.

i shall indulge

i shall enjoy

...and...

u will know

surrender

of the most sincere sort.

RB.