vividly the time passes,
as I softly caress
your skin silk beauty,
while i think of you lewdly.

what lies beyond,
can only be found,
as we discover both,
the fruit of youth,
that is uncouth.

a pink summit,
standing like a radiant shrine of the gods.
as beautiful as it is,
delicate it may seem.

and at the crest of these irresistible mounds,
lie even more supple knolls.
wanting to hear the sounds;
the bonding of two souls.

alas, the time has come,
to discover the natal plum.
the hiding of the seed,
underneath the forest of the black.

things are better left unsaid,
says those in the bed.
for all i know, a soul has awakened,
that is yet to come.