hear me whisper words of longing carried by a slow windborne song for you to kneal before me love gaze so deep into my loving eyes tell me of your heart's desire that I may adorn your throat with an arc of a dusky ribbon sweet surender's tender token binds us close unto our hearts trothed as one in understanding by vows whispered in the dark to take you down to the water and cast our seed unto the sea round wild isles of primal need
W. I. Boucher January 21, 2004