A sailboat in the moonlight?
and you?
Would that be heaven?
A heaven just for two?

Not if as you lean
your lips melt into dust
Your eyes no longer gleam
and your hands are quick a must

The sweet breath to stiff command
The gentle touch a rough restraint
A place where sea is the only land
And from my lips a hushed complaint

But the worst is not below the belt
Farther up it lays
Where things are thought and thoughts are felt
I realize in frozen dismay

Cruel hands work their way into my brain
With a whisper and fright
Leaving a black ***** stain
that lurks, mocks and snickers at night

The tears; my only shout
And even then I cringe
Nobody can find out
My cleanliness has singed