Little does she know

She walks in a ray of pure
leaps in a field of golden barley
spins in grace so innocent pirouette, pirouette

of late i have been enthralled
tiny dancer, in circles
she fills my mind, a cup
so overflowing with good wine
as to pass from the host to guest assemblé, assemblé

a cheek brushed with her unpainted lip
to cheek than blood infuses colour
edges curled in smile
i seek her lips to lock
in tender caress
let her tress
perfumed with care, to feed me
empower inner yearning tombé, tombé

thirst is my lips
and you the parcher
wet is my hands
and you the sweat
speechless is my throat
and you the blockage
blank is my mind
and you the eraser
yet i cling,
waiting to quenched of these maladies
you the cause but the cure glissade, glissade

canest thou not love me?
for like the way i do
it in my nature that i venerate you
little does she know how she is
the seduction of my soul
be it not her goal
yet is achieved, to lie unsatisfied
i adore with heavy heart
my future your plaything
a plastic brick in a structure of my past
that can be smashed little effort to bear
i do love, love in return finale, finale