Lust donned love

Wild girls are hot,

the tongue delights,

such lascivious delights, 

all the right words, 

mountains and mountains of words,

glorious mountains and peaks,

eye to eye, upright,

craving a little downtime,

eye to eye, supine,

begins the dance,

hands and skin,

soft blur, 

all the colors and sounds blend,

and so begins the minds descent, 

lust donned love,

she's not a reader, this one, 

grand plans built on weak scaffolds, 

but we'll call it romance,

call it "in love," 

and lie a little longer, 

until we sleep deeply,

not to awake, 

afraid of awake,

muting the questions,

those beg truth,

and that begs change,

now for all the words right,

there are more wrong,

alas, my lass,

we've painted the other

in opposite shades 

of our own delights 

that have long been spent

on the cost the ego prices,

one of us should say it,

our brains say it over and over, 

even our dulled, pitiful brains,

we can only tumble over what's over,

and it's over SLS 020517