(((A Making Of Love))) Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

It was in the early morning of need...
Where seduction came face to face...
Left behind in the early evening of first desire-
Upon the wings of sweet love... it raced;

No minutes were lost in awkward foreplay...
Only lust and its most trusty friend-
A teacher in the art of Tantric Love Making...
With patience and a love story- thus penned;

Tenderness and kindness were all needed...
Crossing the barriers of sky...
As two trees blown into one another...
As if Heaven had descended the sky;

The wind knew of this climax...
As the mountains flashed a knowing smile-
The flowers bloomed full for the occasion...
Bedded deeply-a love to last for a while;

And with the setting of the sun...
Perhaps a twilight or dusky retrieve...
Where sweat is as foreign as gooseflesh...
Where relief comes with Summertimes Eve;



Dedicated to Lovers Everywhere
September 2,2010