You

Your lying stretched out on the couch,

Your head resting on my lifted knee.

Your hair is drifting on your shoulder,

And you looking up at me.

The passion raging deep inside,

I don’t think you realize.

The things that you do to me,

looking in those dreamy eyes.

Your sweet smile that is so content,

I run my fingers through your hair.

I would tell you what you mean to me,

But the words are never there.

It’s so very hard when you’re a man,

To say what you want to say.

The words just don’t come out right,

So you tuck them all away.

But I put my hand beside your face,

pull you up so close to me.

And kiss your warn and waiting lips,

And I’m in ecstasy.

P.N.