Stoop
It dares to be ignited. It coils and cocks its springs. It bares, to be united. It toils and flocks to things that dare to be divisive, that coil at thoughts of flings, that bare themselves, invited, that toil in souls, and sing with dares that you incited, with coils you helped to wring, with bare intent, requited. With toil, you stoop to swing.
Playing with formTemptation and jealousy