I wake with you, <br />the thought of skin, <br />of knowing hands <br />and lustrous hair <br />that falls and frames <br />me, as we kiss, <br />your softness, <br />touching barely <br />not a tease <br />a brush with love <br />I like each one <br />inside, to roam, <br />a palate's dream <br />bathed lovingly <br />with time a distant thought. <br /> <br />Yes, please, I ask, <br />replenish you to me, <br />there's always more, <br />you say, and all for me, <br />'twas natural from then, <br />the day we knew <br />you nurse me well. <br />The morning's Dew <br />prepared to please <br />a taste of bliss <br />Six equals two. <br /> <br />The wrath of grapes <br />attempts to stir, <br />to sabotage <br />the peace <br />and ambience <br />of a lover's night. <br />It fails, <br />there must be words, <br />barrage deletes collage <br />though he is still, <br />and listens to her voice <br />as true love will. <br />New glitches come, <br />brought in by gnomes, <br />and angry gremlins <br />from a lazy past, <br />they penetrate <br />the open mind <br />and settle deep within <br />to take the reins <br />and throttle mares <br />and mustangs <br />slyly from behind. <br /> <br />They must prevail, <br />no glass will live <br />through times <br />of meteoric storms, <br />yet those that are, <br />have mustered it, <br />blessed by <br />and now consumed <br />by the profundity <br />of genuine love, <br />they will emerge, <br />still wet <br />from skirmishes <br />of fragrances inhaled, <br />and tastes beheld, <br />of melting with <br />the core of two <br />to fuse, <br />and form a bond <br />not to be torn <br />by careless hands.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughtfulness-2/
