She wants a
warrior lover...
with wild eyes,
strong hands and
    a poets heart.
Just being near him
was enough...
The night always came alive
beneath the white heat
of the moon,
she trembled in his hands
as they found that throbbing
pulse inside her only he could
         reach....
releasing her love.
   Her mind said,
     "****** me"
    Her heart said,
  "make love to me"
And her soul said,
       "**** me."
                                                                            Jon York   2019