There
She lay there,
sprawled before me
upon a disheveled blanket,
naked as the day
she was born.
Her body called to me.
It beckoned my attentions
as it made
advances to my heart.
Life couldn’t be any better
as this presence of femininity
lays invitingly,
letting me know
just how she feels with me
and also just how she
can make me feel.
I must now go to her,
as her silent invitation
pounds within my ears
and her heart
calls loudly to mine.
Again, Happy valentine's Day!
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
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