Quatrain of Spiked Heels - 1054

Quatrain of Spiked Heels

Spiked Heels - first sign of love

1.
O, pull my trembling breath
with a pliers of wasted
sin,

Permit me to carnally speak to
you and slither over your
skin,

For you art my sexual maker,
my one and only love
toy,

If not for you I would feel
empty and remain in search of
joy.

2.
Do not let your taste for me
melt on the floor or desire
die,

All the King's horses cannot
hold back the lust in my
eye.

I once had a life made by
skillful ambition and eternal
clarity,

Then you came along and
what I found was love in it's
rarity.

Yorktown Disciple
2002