What a whimsical world
in which we both are gifted
a chance to reside
skin side by side.

I like a liquid love
and the feeling of
your body on mine
more than I can describe
or quickly nimbly imbibe.

Yet despite my mellow pacing please
allow my tongue curled and tied
to attempt a linguistic reeling
of haughty design
and frisky rhythms
inside your thighs.

We gaze into soft painted
and slow moving whispy skies
with bellowed brains
and deepening lung flung
bronchial sighs.

Keep fast my face
and taste my creed
so we may shine
no matter how high our rays
may scatter from this spot
where dreaming is born
and judgment goes to die.