My lover is shy;
She would not let me touch her.
I wrote poems to her;
They fell silent on the paper.

My lover is sly,
She would tape us together,
Reading my longings, my desires,
Playing to my fulfillment.

Moaning,
Groaning,
Bound together, glued,
Holding our hands together;
One strong fragrance
Holding our breath together;
Silent climatic death,
Sweet ecstasy.