Waking mornings when the
Sun comes up
Savouring parts of an erotic dream
Rolling sideways sensing one’s
Erection
Wishing one’s Muse to be in bed
While stretching supine and
Opening up one’s zipped up top
Embrace the sweetheart’s presence
Feeling her heated body
Skin to skin
Nude to nude
Rub to rub and stroke to stroke.
The wishful union physically
Repressed
The scent of love cut with
The flower’s life
But in the mind’s garden of Eros
Everything’s still possible
And the loving union renewed
Forever.
FOREVER.REVEROF
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’18.