More romanticising choice encounters...this one gets a little steamy. |
I Kiss me gently, Soft pout lips on mine, And leave in my mind No recourse But thoughts of you to Lull me off to sleep tonight. How sweet and stirring Dreams of you will be, And sojourn on Straight through Until the light of Dawn intrudes. How did I know Your lips would taste As sweet as nectar, Intoxicating me And all I see In all these half-light, Midnight visions? II But starry night And soft moon light Still seeps in through My windows like some Passion stream seducing All the meaning I’ve assembled Just to keep control of all Desires and ardor, and Hints of carnality. I mean that in the most Virtuous way, of course; How could I not? She walks so soft, Like wind hangs Tempered summer rains Just so, as they kiss Bare and sparkling Skin like angel’s wings. III Was there such Need for you to so Obtrude my mind, And leave no room For any other Kind and pleasant Passions that I’ve harbored? I want you now, laying Right beside me redolent, Honeyed, perspiring, smooth And glimmering body- Fingers coupling Post-coital cigarette Like last resort Before again you lose Presence of mind And kissing my neck Realize much too late… It is you, now, that is mine. |