her thighs slick,
wet parallel lines beguile him
listen...he will not let her sleep
her thighs slick
she is the flame, he is the wick
and he loves her without illusion
in their red carriage of silver stars,
slowy they drive home
her kisses slick,
rain showers of love rush upon them,
unfolds his heart
on top of his love,
he can not let her sleep
for the reality of her beguiles him.
p.s. i'm using the definition of beguile: to charm
in a pleasent manner.