The next time I make love <br />I will take my time <br />I will not drink it down quickly <br />but will savor it like a rare vintage wine <br />like the chosen words of a rhyme <br /> <br />The next time I make love <br />I want to feel love <br />coursing through my heart <br />and pulsating through my veins <br />I want to be sure that love reigns <br /> <br />The next time I kiss <br />I want the feeling to be tender and sweet <br />I want to inhale her softness as lips meet <br />a shared and magic moment that will feel complete <br />as we linger there while our hearts beat <br /> <br />The next time I hold a gentle hand in mine <br />I want to feel each muscle and tendon qiver <br />and then recline <br />as we close our eyes and entwine <br />in solitude as we lose track of time <br /> <br />The next time someone sings a song to me <br />I want to shut the rest of the world and feel free <br />I want to hear the magic and passion in the melody <br />and watch the care in her face and realize <br />that she is singing for joy as well as for me <br /> <br />The next time I feel a soft loving embrace <br />I want to hold on tight and close my eyes <br />then sneak them open again <br />to see the beauty of her face <br />and then melt into her soft grace <br /> <br />The next time I make love <br />it will be because of love <br />and not becuase of lust <br />becuase love does last longer <br />and lust freezes eventually or turns to rust <br /> <br />The next time I make love <br />It will be a celebration of care <br />so happy to have someone really there <br />who also needs affection and loves to share <br />knowing lovers true, are few and rare <br /> <br />The next time I make love <br />I hope to treat the moment as if it's my last <br />I'll redeem the heartbreak of the past <br />and I'll whisper a prayer that it will last <br />because life is short and goes by so fast <br /> <br />The next time I make love <br />I hope to take things slow <br />So that love and passion grow <br />All pent up feelings will blossom and grow <br />Certain that love is underneath each tender ebb and flow<br /><br />JAMES T. ADAIR<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-next-time-i-make-love/
