| Summer's Day |
Supple is your neck, oh - so sweet and tender
Softness of a fur, long have I remembered
Caressing it with care, leaving a gentle kiss
My lips glide ever slowly, over the nape of it
Tingling are my fingers, I caress your yearning body
Against my heaving chest, my mind is disembodied
Your cheek caresses mine, our eyes are glowing dimly
Night doth pass so slowly, sunrise arrives too early
Our forms now lay together, my hand then strokes your cheek
At last released our passion, this summer’s day we keep
by DWHolmes (copyright - 2005)
