She smiles and looks deep into my eyes, I see her need come pouring out to me She nuzzles close, and whispers in my ear, softly whispering words that I want to hear sweet lover there is something I must say something I need to take my breath away For I have a confession that I must make, of a million ways to make my body quake of smoldering hungers down deep inside A desire for something that we can share made flesh to fulfill all of our secret needs make us burn with empassionened deeds
W. I. Boucher July 16, 2003