Moonbeams accent the gleam of your eyes half-lidded, but the love light burning there is ten thousand suns old.
I am Neanderthal in warm meadow grasses bent to worship you with my flesh scepter. you are a cave drawing leading me inward one most treasured etched in soft strokes you paint smiles on my craggy face descending.
Hearts stretched tight like antelope skin in graceful flight two staccato drums beating that move us to worship love.
All that is real slips away into the fantasy of your gateway, arms open and I embrace timelessness.
We float like waterlilies, in an August stream, undulating with the current of wet kisses splashed.
What music is that which tinkles so jubilantly in my ear, Your succulent sighs, soprano sweet, sing wonders to our coupling.
This ancient dance rehearsed to perfection, from one silk clad thrust, to many rhythmic plunges of joy.