The Biochem Mead. Poem by Subrata Ray

You opened the prelude with the shallow of your lips,
Then with your downy breast the second one,
The slumbering libido in me screamed and sprang,
And then your sloppy –hollow impelled the battle,
I forgot to utter a word from my tongue.

Why did the chivalrous knight seek the Holy Grail, ?
Or why did the cowardice Donquixiote jump on the windmill, ?
Or mighty creaser stoop to Cleopatra’s passionate will?
Were kept in suspension until the execution of the miracle!

How intensified was your quake, and how the crescendo attained the mark,
The Palaeolithic vampire had no ear to lend the groan, -hark, hark, hark! ! !
Your Nature deactivated the Time as the theatre of oblivion was in progress,
Never could I know the fury of orgasm without your grace.

All those were after thoughts, but the live-presence is our deed,
No princes could offer a squire as the art of your bio-chemic mead.