Summer’s Sweet Languor
Your Heated Gaze Warms My Blood
Soothes My Lizard Brain

Summer’s Sweet Languor
Your Heated Gaze Warms My Blood
Soothes My Lizard Brain
Thirty Years Later
Your Touch Still Floats On My Skin
A Warm Steam Rising
I Still Remember
Your Gentle Breath on My Chest
As You Slept, Content
Just One Perfect Thing
She Murmured and I was
Lost or Thought It So
The tip of my tongue
The hollow of your shoulder
Your jealous rosebuds
Slick With Our Dancing
You Glisten in the Moonlight
Satisfied Languor
Your Silvered Hair Falls
Around My Face, A Feeling
Like the Best Aged Wine
The Sound of Your Sigh
Drapes Across My Heart Gently
As a Fine Silk Scarf
After, In Your Arms,
I Would Rest Like The Good Earth
After the Harvest
Steam Rising Gently
From Your Teacup, Curls, Floats in
Pale Winter Sunlight