My darling, I have a request. <br />Would you mind if I held you and pressed <br />both my lips and my face <br />to your secretive place <br />while my hands are at rest on your breasts? <br /> <br />And carressing, each nipple will rise, <br />an expected and welcome surprise. <br />Ah, bonjour, le lavage <br />c'est pour moi, mon visage! <br />New dimensions may soon alter size. <br /> <br />Disentangled, we're sensing a tide <br />in a hurried ascent you're astride. <br />As we catch the next wave <br />sweeping into the cave <br />to the end of the velvet inside. <br /> <br />Liquid tears without salt we become, <br />in a storm where the mind must go numb. <br />As the poetry flows <br />as it fills you with prose, <br />we hold hands with each other and hum. <br /> <br />Is there something this life can provide <br />that would have you or me satisfied? <br />As they chase after gold <br />our happy hands hold <br />better jewels by far and by wide.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-erotic-limerick/
