Images Of Desire

IMAGES OF DESIRE


He's lustfully conjuring images of desire
Setting the lady's libido on fire
She's hot! She sizzles!
What shall she do?

Throwing coals under the pot of her witches brew
Heating it Hot, the flames burn blue
She chants and dances and calls out the name
of the man she knows who can put out the flame

He's silver hair-ed and mysterious too
A Harley he doth ride
His kisses are searing, his touches hot!
Will she see him again? Or will she not?

She stirs the brew and peers inside
To see the face that rises to the top
"Is it his face?" She says aloud
The face she sees is of one very proud

It's floating there behind a cloud
In the pot on top of the fire
In the meantime her libido burns
As he continues conjuring images of desire