the sight and smell of you
right out of the shower
fresh and clean and pure
excites, delights, ignites
...
his dashing smile
hides a hopeful heart
yearning for a touch
of the silk that is
...
mountains and valleys
journey into charted fields
your feminine form
...
the warmth of an open fire
sound of happy voices all around
laughs from a nearby table
as I nurse a tumbler full of sorrow
...
world weary,
tired beyond redemption
and still his
wide blue eyes
...