What do you see from beneath your soft curls?
A bead of sweat how shamelessly it trickles,
I hold my breath as you unfurl,
The Cupid’s spark from the soulful rebel.
Your trembling hands that caress me.
Like the first beam of sunlight on a sleepy bud,
The lips of yours that mine will be,
Press hard against my mortal mud.
You wipe me clean with your tranquil eyes,
Of all my wrongs and vices,
The words you speak are no lies,
Like tunes of amorous reprises.
My gaping lips and taut bottom
Tapering toes and oozing pleasure,
They call for you in a divine rhythm,
Our growing love that is hard to measure
