TONIGHT
I shall kiss your lips until your
heart is all but wine,
Drunk with rapture, with the taste
of kissing mine.
I shall tenderly clasp your
raven head,
And I shall love you with fire
in the flowerbed.
Our emotions shall be naught but
ecstasy, desire.
Ah! Such passion is without
attire!
Let your sensuous back recline
in the dew,
Into the grass, the blooms of
red and blue;
Then I shall enter your spirit’s
holy cove,
Where music reigns and angels
rove!
~ John Lars Zwerenz
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