There are two lying close together, sleeping side by side,
That warm sensation surging, like an elevated ride,
Pulsing, throbbing, yet they fearing nothing, all thought recede,
Caring, hoping, wanting, blending feeling with subtle need.
Awaken, turn to face each other, desire reaching out,
And touching, filling the void that compassion is about.
Put fantasy in motion while forsaking lustful pride,
One man, one woman, secret thoughts and visions to confide,
Gentle cravings, swaying, moving with manner not profaned
Between pleasure and lust, delicate balance thus contained,
Caressing with a passion not akin to tenderness
No time to doubt, or cause to labor their own happiness.
Leave, shackles of the past aside, peril lagging behind,
To defend the marvel of love that dwells not in the mind,
Like a foreign continent waiting sweet exploration,
Caution flown, let loving grow, although of short duration,
Call it lust, yet know that there is more to this emotion,
To smile, to touch, to share what may be discreet devotion.
Claire V. Bogdanos 