“First, the Touch”

First, your fingertips playing violin to my hairtips;

Then, the playful slide of your tender lips,

Turning each lingering touch into a separate seduction,

Teaching the untutored heart to dream and burn.

Then heart answering heart was sealed with a kiss,

Followed by the soft urgent caress;

With your angel touch you silenced the riot in my heart to rest,

But, weren’t you still a daring beast?

You forced open a well-guarded closet of desire

And set my body and soul in elysian fire;

Then you plucked the ungathered roses of my virgin zone

And whispered the music of you and me alone.

No dearer region  than that which you explored and touched,

I did little but got too much;

God, how I wanted all, I wanted more–

I wanted all of you forevermore.###