Our serious room dimly lit
By a gaggle of candles.
A touch in the dark
From a kiss rendered
From my feared stillness.
Moonlight collects in pools
Onto moist sombre lips
And in this room
I whisper nothing but
Choice phrases on your hair.
Beside and close I choose alone
The lusting cloth drips away
From sensuous hips
And cripples me instantly
Hoboken eyes a dim misery.
Like a snake through dusty light
She bares her vernal thighs
Eyeing into you
Too swift thoughtlessly
Slowly hands chill pass by.
