Lethargic

My ambition, crippled and naked,
Lazily sprawls, hungry for action.
A sensual dance, a primal tango,
Nervously shivers within my bones.

The flame that burns, unfulfilled desires,
Taunting, teasing, seductive whispers.
Eager hands, slip and slide in slumber,
Yearning for tender touches of sleep.

Yet my body, so slothful and feeble,
Lingers in bed, succumbing to drought.
Imagination writhes, like a temptress,
Provoking the dormant depths within.

Lethargy, you mistress of my soul,
Bind me in your grasp, sweet chains of desire.
In this languid state, I find pleasure,
A decadent feast, savoring the race.

Crossing the line, where passion drowns in sleep,
I surrender to the potency of ease.
My ambition, sculpted by this indolence,
Awaits the moment when desire ignites.