Words From a Dove

i write, to my lover, words of desire, passion and love. i ensured there arrival, so i sent them by a dove. perhaps i should have asked for help from God above. these words of love and understanding did they do me good or are they squandering? so now i am waiting possibly longing to hear a response, you know words, from my love...... my dear. will he write or will he say ... no, to him, words just get in the way. we will meet one wonderful starlit night. my smile, covering my nerves, will be warm and bright. he will stand in the doorway anxiously waiting. as i park my car and start slowly gaiting. he will kiss me and hold me close. i will be in his arms, where i want to be the most ! he will look down at me warmth and love in his eyes. then, right at that moment we are transfixed, in love's vise. he will lead me to his bedroom, making small conversation in the hall. for the present our voices fill the room for loves sake, our hearts are glad that we made the call. he will admire me in what he views as beauty. love struck, nervously i'll say something about his beauty. i will try to be coy, alluring and provoking he too begins kissing, stimulating and arousing. i will succumb, easily without pause. he will be masterful, skillful and guide me with great cause. he will act out his words of love for his words are my words those sent by a dove.