I have not made love to you
But I have dreamt it
I have danced with it
And held it
Bathed my tears in it
I do, unabashed, admit it
I have not made love to you
But I know exactly how
It would unfold
Gentle kisses
Would waterfall down your
Neck
One hand on your waist
The other pulling
Curls from about your face
Our cheeks would
Blush
Together, our heads
Resting, knowingly
Together, our hearts
Infused, and letting go
Of our patience
And good manners
I have not made love to you
But I know it would not
Be rushed
Our voices hushed
Our cries muffled
In deep pillows and white sheets
And between kisses
That waterfall
Down your body
I have not made love to you
A certain noble folly
But certainly
It would have been love
We were making
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PoetryA peak behind the curtains, The stripping of the facade, Let's peak inside my head, And prepare to be awed... ;-) Photo is of Lake Nakuru in Kenya.
