The small of your back, Cooled by my hand, you ask me If we are alone
Clasp your palm against My quivering lips so no One hears my moaning.
Loose lips may sink ships, But, your dry salty mouth cracks So pucker up, my sweet.
Tittering bird, my Love rises anew with you, My dewy blossom.
Steam rises from the river in the early morning. The birds and bugs are chirping, heralding the brightening day, as in me burgeons new curiosities.
You kneel at my feet. Your eyes are blindfolded. Your arms are bound behind your back. Your only thought is for my pleasure. You cringe