Warm breeze blows into the bedroom window, the moon is pouring over us in a silver wave. aching I watch it's flowing gentle movement rippling slowly over your pale smooth skin The beauty of your glowing body beckons me to touch, to taste, to love it's graceful expanse, from your forehead to toes, fingers to nose How I hunger to know you so completely To gladly find all the wondrous places that bring you such sweet pleasure. forging bonds that tie your heart to mine, two hearts beating wildly together as one.
W. I. Boucher June 12, 2001