Poems and Poetry: Anteroom of Heaven
Anteroom of Heaven
The time I spend with you is
Like playing in the anteroom of heaven
Your eyes, alive with love and devotion
Spoke to me of things no words could convey
Sometimes you didn’t touch me except with
Your eyes, but the touch was almost as
Effective as with your fingertips
When you hold my hand, it seems as if
Our blood flow together
Embracing me stimulates ecstasy
I’d experienced desire too many times to count
But never this yearning to possess a woman