Behind The Moon Poem by Jonathan Tafreg

Can you close your eyes,
And imagine being mine,
Can you close your thighs,
And imagine being wine.

Can you be my dear guest,
And let me do my best,
Can I get hold of your waist,
So close to my chest.

Can I be in your busy mind,
And a refuge in your heart,
Can I flow in your vains,
Though you're not easy to find.

We'll dwell behind the moon,
Where no manly jealousy,
Just me and you on the spoon,
And feed our starving intimacy.