As the stars start to appear in the clear winters sky,
I walk to the oak tree to await her reply.
She who keeps me captured with her wild woman's ways and her striking gaze.
She with genius ablaze.
Denies not her love, for
Fearless in her vision quest,
Climbs slippery pinnacles to dance with success.
Suspense seduces with his cold dark charm, he knows her secrets,
he knows her alarms.
He feels her heat her blood pulsating,
Hears tormented tears, overwhelmed sensations.
Smells feral lust, hungry to be heard.
Desires unabashed, passion unperturbed.
As the frost starts it urgent penetrative pursuit.
The gleam of the crescent moon reflects the crisp, stark, truth.