The elder poet

All these things I give to you.

The day fades away . Now darkness falls .

I hear you walking down lonely halls .

Come to me I\'m waiting here .All I want is to have you near .

With wanting kisses and love so true . All these things I give to you .

 

Lay upon my silken sheets. Discard your robe . Drops at your feet.

Lay thee down and close your eye\'s . You don\'t have to fantasize .

Soft hands touching hidden places . I smell your perfume . Hidden traces .

You tremble as I wander down . Excitement here . No fear is found .

 

Touching places only I have found . The silky softness of your womans mound .

Reaching heights we\'ve never reached . Tossing turning in these sheets .

We both are spent .We\'re out of breath . Something short of reaching death .

 

As a girl you came within these walls . No longer walking lonely halls .

A woman now to be admired. The flame within our hearts is fired .

Thank you much for sharing slumber. Warmth and kiss too much to number .