I am so fortunate, <br />blessed with a sense, <br />that has been labelled keen <br />by those who know, <br />I rest here, on your pillow <br />and await the day <br />that you will claim it back <br />from me. <br /> <br />You are with me, <br />a fragrance such <br />as emanates <br />from your cute apocrines <br />cannot be matched, <br />not in the laboratory <br />nor by the skin <br />of anyone alive. <br /> <br />I do concede <br />it may be just a matter of <br />nuance, <br />compatibility perhaps, <br />the sparks of synchronicity, <br />but then, there is your mouth <br />a dab of rouge <br />as if Monet himself <br />had borrowed from <br />the Master, Leonardo <br />and tiny lines <br />embedded in matté <br />refreshed but now <br />and then <br />from an interior spring, <br />your chin will rest <br />each night <br />against a pectoral, <br />so close <br />to the exquisite <br />softness of <br />a Twin, <br />which snuggles <br />with its harlequin <br />and muffles <br />gently, tones <br />and pauses <br />of the beating <br />of your heart. <br /> <br />Your limbs are twisted <br />so it seems, <br />your back is nestled <br />into me, <br />my hairy chest, <br />we breathe <br />and beat together <br />as if in sympathy. <br /> <br />One hand is always yours, <br />and there is great affinity, <br />all fingers clasped <br />and later more relaxed <br />but always joined, <br />the others seek <br />like missiles of <br />the flesh <br />the heat, <br />your sleeping skin.... <br />a magnet that attracts <br />and pulls me close, <br />I love my lucky leg <br />between your silky thighs <br />and brushing up <br />as if by accident <br />and not design <br />against your self, <br />so moist and wondersome <br />I dare not move. <br /> <br />I counted once, <br />you turn some thirty times, <br />there comes the moment <br />when your cheeks <br />present themselves <br />in full and soft mirage, <br />oh, let the softness <br />of it always be for me, <br />I stroke, <br />caress until the moon has seen <br />what two will do <br />to understand <br />the call of love.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich 2<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nights-6/
