Ballade Eros
Through the sweaty throw of turned up limbs,
Weakened and weary from adulterated pleasure.
He is lost by her beauty and his will succumbs,
Driven and delirious by desire raw and pure.
With skin so delicate and moistened lips,
She directs this erotic company of two.
Like a morning flower from which dew drips,
Their passion grows wet and sheets soak through.
