Remember That When I Fondle Your Breasts

There is nothing but mystery Around every fleeting kiss As we crawl on the beach After prowling all night like cats, I wish we were entwined on a city roof Completely naked in the moonlight, I’m not satisfied with anemic dreams Or love making that utters quiet squeaks, I’ve made offerings to Aphrodite, Remember that when I fondle your breasts, Our hearts are tangled in a sensual web, There is water from soft lakes on your skin, I’m going to dive into your soul and swim, Let this relationship blossom into poetic myth, Let future scholars interpret it, Every lesson of illicit love will spring from our book.