| Crawl, o beauty of the east, Into the waiting arms Of this beast from the west! Softly would I croon to you And kiss thy verdant lips While my hands do roam Around and around On thy steaming hot hips! Gently would your blouse Asunder and fray Mutual desires declaring Such anticipation the world Simply disappears from view. Till in our passions nest Of loving detente The words longing to be heard By both sets of ears Are uttered in the fullness and ripeness Which belongs to lovers alone Meant only for each other Never caring who else hears “I love you” Upon this day, Upon that couch We shall consummate a love eternal With loins unleashed Crashing crescendos of passion Love’s twin brother and sister Create anew a life meant to be Where will we be in 9 months? Loving only more! |