The elder poet

PASSION AND THE WINE.

As she lays here beside me. 

Her hair is slightly mused .

Ruby lips that pout before me

I know are full of lust.

 

Inviting me to join her .

In her passion and her wine.

She tries hard to excite me.

She can do it every time.

 

So soft and tender to my fingers .

Hidden pleasures that I find.

Life goes on around us .

To this world we might seem blind.

 

No sense of time invades us .

Only climax brings an end.

Not wanting to with draw from her. 

My lover and my friend.