As I look, One last time <br />Ear poised, you lilt your voice <br />Resonating, morning lark <br />Upon wind you loft sweet tones <br />Signaling my soul, set to embark <br /> <br />Soft yet loud <br />Beckoning my every loin <br />In acappellic pitch control <br />Lift of each note, pulsating my heart <br />With every breath a cardiac lull <br /> <br />Love draws deep libation <br />From the waters dripping lust <br />Rhythmic bliss my flesh you lick <br />Long moments lost, lingering shivers <br />With each touch of finger tip <br /> <br />Lush vibrant voice, echoing my soul <br />Sweet lure, lyrics hook in mind entwined <br />Pure essence of life is now made whole <br />Late the hour In which we live <br />I now understand, the love that life has stole<br /><br />Marcus McKinley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/l-10/
