Ode to the end of the season....
A Season of Lust
It waits patiently, like a womans restrained desire.
It begins slowly, like a man hunting the woman.
She lays cold and icy,
Impenetrable to anyone.
He dreams and lusts after her,
Whispering his secret desires in her ear.
Slowly she awakens.
It begins as a seducing trickle under the warm spring sun,
And begins to build.
She calls to him,
Her body seductively rolling back and forth.
He waits until the moment is right, then launches into her icy depths.
Up and down,
Over and over,
She takes everything hes got.
Screams and moans,
The ride consumes him.
Like the mesmerizing heat of the summer sun,
He can think of nothing else but her.
Her body undulates wildly under him.
He holds on for the ride.
But, just as soon as it began, it seems to be over.
She quietly subsides, and begins to slip away.
He calls out, but just as the leaves of autumn must fall,
She drops from under him, back into the icy depths of winter.
He takes a deep breath.
He closes his eyes, and dreams of a warmer spring when she will return to him once more.
A season of lust has past again.