You are wild honey
On my lips
And on my tongue.
Your breasts in their perfection
Are draw to my fingertips
And your naked skin
Moulded to mine
Is sensuality of touch.
I trace the lovely curves
And hollows of you.
The line of your exquisite back
And the perfect curve of your hips.
Lay with you where
Silence blend with loving
And passion is a running spring
In your womanly agreement.
How I understand you
Every single vibrant cell
Song within the palm of hand.
And how I pleasure you
Beyond all human self
Into multiples of your shouting
Out your sudden release
In content of my love for you.

London. 2nd October 2007.