An Erotic Exchange (From The Langley Files) Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

T. Asks:

How can you say you're shy
When things you've said to me
Bring pink and make me sigh
And make me long to be......
Close to you?

How can you say you're shy
While hands around my waist
Tell me that by and by
But without undue haste
You will be closer?

How can you say you're shy
With purpose in your eyes
Demand I give you my
Heart and that it is wise
To be closest to you?

M. Answers:

I say I am shy, because it is true
but I overcome it, looking at you.
If I make you sigh and the colour goes pink
I may visit and wait, at the gate, near the brink.

I think shy takes on meaning not normally known
it's the heart and the fondness that's rapidly grown,
overcoming all hurdles I shall wait for your YES
then, with tremulous fingers I shall help you undress.

As my hands now encircle your shivering waist
there is lust in our bodies and a natural haste.
You can feel him expand with his purposeful urge
as your dewdrops increase, a small sign will emerge.

I come closer yet, feeling as our fingers now meet
with no shyness at all and a palpable heat,
and two bodies entangle, as he enters the cave
sloppy kisses for lovers in the land of the brave.

I do love your small poem and I'm waiting for more
Would you lend me your heart, love, I've something to store.
May I stay where I've travelled in the depth of your self
from a minute past midnight until quarter to twelve?

We could move with distinction, by withdrawing but just
and then slowly and sweetly glide inside, to your lust.
Never parting completely and each stroke a new kiss
do you think we will have this, do you think it'd be bliss?
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