Until Then                                                

by sloanranger

Until we meet

and I touch you, feel you... real you 

keep me in your tales of love,

wanton and

passion peaked.

Until that time,

when I can show you... know you,

hold me in your arms of rhyme; 

fill my body with words

until the words spill over

and I lie swimming

in your delicious

tonguespeak.

Until then...

lover... and friend, when

we are complete,  replete...

there is no measure for this kind of pleasure -

my sweet, my sweet

do it again.