This morning sun is squinting in...to glisten where
our love has been
Embroiled in play that touched the nerves and
bleached the walls with shadows curve
The dance of love that tore the silence and
whispered screams of lust and balance
For in the night with passions calling came the
answer of provocative lolling
When lust won out over common sense and juices
seethed until they bent
From tweaks that spoke to nerves on fire and called
upon loves true desires
And two who took from suckled love and stuck to
sheets while just above
The bed of shadows rocked to sleep provoked the
night with passions deep
And lulled these two to doze with hums that pushed
and tugged until did come
The final dew from love so deep that pooled and
stuck them to the sheets
The throws of love that never lacked...stuck back
to front and front to back
In love's embrace till dawn awoke their love again
that gently spoke
Again to toss and moan with sighs and promises
ever...with no good-byes.
To seal this love for time to keep and love again
then fall asleep.

© 1986 Susan K. Rowse