Venus

Oh what big eyes, so to nectar
I snuggle a fond view, flexible Goddess lines of you.
Beyond spun yarn, I long to kiss.
I swagger among the swallowtails,
tip the viscous fluid of lace, unscathed
as spider yawns my triumph.

Am I pixy cousin you ask
as spittlebug looks on impressed.
A spitting image to the butterfly, I am on the fly.
Beautific wings splay for a sensuous you,
fin treble in savage figment,
my fluttering performance; finesse. I am fly!

If only I could sip from the lip,
wrong wings to heady hair.
Oh Venus, forgive this hauteur.
Entangle me in timid loops of silky dampness,
synchronicity, a fine voice of tick.
And may I say, dear Venus
you are briskly sensitive
as I thaw your hostile attraction
with superior tenure.

Yet, you vibrate as snooty viper
to my desecration!
Have you no mercy?

With weakened pulse, I shiver.
Now a skeletonized lover.
Your liar scrunch is my penitent death,
were only wishes to swim
in your potent allure.