In Anticipation of Spring

Within my heart there reigns nothing but desire for you to keep it to myself is punishment self-inflicted... The way you whisper my name with such praise with you it is different my name is safe in your mouth don't ever stop smiling it will kill me I will stop breathing... You my love are Springtime bedecked around you fount, flowers and plants the smell of cottonwood and peaches your hair hangs like Spanish Moss what divine radiance of sun in the fourth sphere you at purple daybreak the morning star brimful none which can equal your southern loveliness... I desire your long black hair to flow like a running brook to hear your voice like a melody in the night to awake next to you with winged heart you my hearts desire what relief of torment I desire to become as one with you our bodies eternally entwined aimless in sexless foreplay... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~