Late Night Visitor

A late night visitor
Enraptured, enamoured, with senses aglow,
She came riding in with the dark—
For but in such a presence did the wild things grow.

She came bearing strange fruit
Of a distinct, metallic kind,
Which slowly, deliciously, mysteriously
Slipped into a shadowy crevice left behind.

Her trades she plied deep
While her host in comfort reclined—
A temptress of sweet words,
Lascivious desires in mind.

The red sea parted,
And juices sensuously did flow;
With but a flick of a tail, she insouciantly whispered:
“Now that, was a show.”