Reason

Although I've closed the window, I still can feel a breeze, Running across each pillow, Then rippling the sheets... Just barely catching glimpses, As the candle lights her skin, Slowly drowning all my senses, In such exhiliarating sin... I found bamboo scented satin, So she could lay across my bed, Where anything can happen, And nothings ever said... When a moan can mean I love you, Or a sigh can mean relief, From the groan you try to subdue, As she holds you in release... When you make it all about her, Then there's nothing she won't do, Don't question be the answer, To the reasons she loves you... Terry WWW.WhiteLionPoetry.com