Your lips tremble because of their tenderness <br />They are ripe, but not tasted <br />Let me taste them while young <br />Beauty should be admired today <br />A flower opens but once <br />Then is consumed by it's mother <br /> <br />We are young sweet smelling <br />Not old, ill natured, with ancient voice <br />Or worn out with a slow burning flame <br />I see with the eyes of a youth <br />Why do you hesitate <br />Is my body not coiled, why do you shrink <br /> <br />My brow is smooth, like a baby <br />My eyes are blue, with life and quick <br />My beauty is measured by the spring <br />My flesh is taunt and tuned <br />My hands are hot for you <br />In that these hands, bring your body desire <br /> <br />Let me seduce your ear <br />Or like a dancer, dance upone your grass <br />Or tie your hair to a bed <br />Dance in the sand so you lose your feet <br />The spirit of love will burn like fire <br />Our shadows will dance, in the heat of desire <br /> <br />Written Wednesday September 2005<br /><br />Allan James Saywell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/venus-mars-and-shakespeare/
