without your golden foil
you could prance naked
through the romance
of my humble village
like a sugar plum fairy
in a shuffle called
ballet ardor
you could place
your curly intrigue
in the confines of my
lust filled dwellings
unwrapping the moments
like the unfolding petals
of your pleasure garden
but of course
even if you never unleash
the dainty charm of your flesh
in my embrace
your presence will always be
a delicacy in the cauldron
of my thoughts
and that is a pleasure
beyond temptation