by Slow Man with an Easy Touch

With breathless anticipation I enter thy bedchamber.
My gaze is held captive by the unbreakable chains of
thy beauty. Thou art preparing thyself with silky
oils, soft lotions, and sweet scents. Thou are naked
and I am transfixed in the aura of thy presence. My
heart shouts and my mouth exclaims:

Thy hair is as the fresh spring bubbling up from your scalp.
Thy eyes are soft and deep like dove’s eyes.
Thy cheeks are as bright sweet apples.
Thy teeth glisten as priceless pearls.
Thy neck, strong and flexible, is like the majestic palm tree.
Thy arms are sleek and graceful as the deer.
Thy hands are quick and playful as the otter.
Thy breasts. Thy breasts are like the full ripe fruits of the harvest.
Thy abdomen soft like the sand of the flat beach at low tide.
Thy hips rolling like the dunes behind the beach.

Thy garden of delight is clothed with the soft grass
of a mountain clearing. In the center is a beautiful
rose with petals slightly parted on the first day of
bloom, glistening with dew.
Thy legs are strong and sleek as the elk.
And thy feet are graceful, stable, and strong as the
foothills, which support the majestic mountains.

My passion has arisen. Let us kiss each other with
kisses sweeter than wine. Let us be raptured by each
other’s desire. I am thine, and thou art mine. The
winds and waves of love will overwhelm us.