I wrote the first three lines of this yesterday and James finished off the poem in the Realm for which I am grateful…
Red tail a swishing
Erotic thoughts all aflame
Beware the green eyes
Swaying with the tail,
green sparks in his hazel eyes,
he falls to her spell.
Nothing is taken;
so much given: she fills him.
Grateful, he kisses.
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You’re way too kind to this James fellow sometimes, Majesty. 😉