Tout de suite.
By james a. galgano
Sometimes in a blue moon's notion
love lies lost sinking into the darkest depths.
of some undiscovered ocean
there is the soul once longed to be.
embraced by the warm endearing lust.
of some fleet footed memory
clinging to the ropes
like a boxer hoping for the bell
nearly defeated by some lost hopes
but still thinking what the hell
as it is leaping forward to a time
when one was wiling to cross the line
to a place where love used to be
cast adrift upon some uncharted sea.
into the sweet soft bosom of her sweet taste
longing each morning to kiss her angelic face.
while her loving hands explored your every move
as your writhing bodies in unity soothed
the very thought this was meant to be.
if not now then when immediately