Barytone For You

The sun awoke to warm our skin there, huddled in the tulips, you and I. I kissed your throat and then your chin, and heard from you tradition's sigh. Fear did well up, unwelcome guest, I could, my feelings gave their sly okay, your lovely lips and mouth were pressed against my hairy chest, I say! I roamed now, drunk with love's own fumes, not missing even one small spot. Few recognise when greatness looms, I drool and know your skin is hot. I take possession now of grounds that, rightfully belong to you, your yellow ribbons, simple sounds gave me the first important clue. From memory, I do recall saliva can be well supplied but this is bliss, and Rome shall fall before I reach the mountainside. I drink now from the mountainstream, the sun retreats, leaves us alone. At dawn there will be peach and cream the soothing sound of barytone.