The Lusty Month of May

I feel your cougar eyes trace my skin.
Feel the friction of your love heat.
Cheeks flushed, heavy panting, holding me pinned
to your bed, and move with me to the beat.
To the drum of our hearts in tune and play
together in an artful symphony.
Sacred dance of the lusty month of May,
where we tango for an infinity,
Take me parading to the forest glen
we will promenade with the ancient Fae.
Kisses always fade the nightmare's caress.
Surrender- into the realm of the den
of the tiger. Whose heats come out in May.
The dance never be made under duress.