Your eyes, deep pools, penetrate my very soul
Engraving, igniting within me your every desire
Your mouth, soft as supple-rippled satin
Kisses that capture
Ribboned curls enrapture me
Laid against my skin
Your hands, do they belong to god?
Expressions of a tender gentle king
I ponder your caress
The man who I love, could it be so?
Your breath is my rest.
© Sandy Hibbard