Lovers On An April Afternoon

In the doorway, you stand deliciously; I draw you over to the bed. And kiss your mouth as I pull your dress, Slowly over your head. I nip your neck and eye you coyly; You sink into my kiss. And as we touch, I see you buckle, Into a sharp, awaited bliss. Sweet lover, with skin as pure as pearls, Like a coin that’s clean and new. I open up my mouth to speak, And all I say: “I do.”