I would have watched as she slept,
like in quiet gentle poems I've read
of lover's glowing after-trysts...
I woke her up.

Midst the gentle nibbles, licks,
and rubbing cheek to skin...
I blew a raspberry on her stomach.

In the park,
the second soulful set of kisses
still so new to juggle noses,
savoring the eager touch of one another...
I stuffed leaves down her pants.

At her sister's, for the first
up close family inspection,
needing reassurance when sister left the room...
I mussed my hair and pulled out my shirttail.

In the near arching, wrenching,
almost-there sweet moment of tender
passioned words of love to murmur earnestly...
She whispered,
"Gawd I love fucking you".

11/25/2005

Posted on 11/25/2005
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