Hot lips birthed
A fluttering sigh
When planted
On a quivering thigh
And muffled gasps
Throughout the night
Had their impetus
In the lovely sight
Of alabaster,
Sweet with cream
That transcended
Every sensual dream
I ever had
Of loving you
Until tonight
My Lady Blue

And how all images
Paled besides
The taste of honey
I had when I
Pressed eager kisses to
Your breast
With lips that nursed
Upon the crest
And glad I was
To see you glow
With mad release
You needed so
And glorious it was
To wrest from you
Your cloistered need
My Lady Blue

Now, in ivory
Cold and fair
The face you show
To all who care
Is to the world
Still wreathed in stone
But you and I,
Know when alone
How mad the fire
In your core
Burns fiercely hot
And ever more
And how you want
From me, you do,
Is another match
My Lady Blue

03/02/2002

Posted on 03/02/2002
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