Oil, dripping,
a sheen of sweat
she moistens up the claws
turn of the head, a turn, once more
is all i ask, to score.
lady, temptress, of raven hair
those tights, to my dismay
but abet the nascent insanity
bubbling 'tween these clubs.
so, one more turn, a quick release
reprieve so desperately sought
give unto me, that i may too
in this unitary state, be redeemed!
