Enamoured

These sands shall know me
And these brooding mountains too
Remember the days of love’s infinite passions
Even though you forget, I shall not
And these mountains
For the memory of your love
Is closely guarded within the soul
This secret shall be told my love
To the wind and the waters
And the clear blue skies
I bury my face again and again
In the warmth of your thighs
Feel the firm roundness of your curves
The coolness of your full lips
And I drink again the honey dew
From those sensuous breasts
I feel the deepness of your thoughts
The light of your understanding
For we commune like the free things of the air

(written on a summer's night, sometime back during 1989)