Love

Oh how I remember, and how can I not,
The fire inside the heart of that night...
That night, when you were the fire, and hot
Beat my heart, ignited by your sight...

Drunk loose on whiskey, the floor was taken
By people parading in countless pairs,
And I scarce remember how, and when
My girl acquired my woman's wares...

I left, and you came, still duly dressed--
For the ball on course some yards asunder--
That hardly lingered, as I had guessed,
And hardly left a lot to wonder...

Oh how I remember, now that I track,
The way I touched your arms at first,
And also how you touched me back
To let my binding bubbles burst...

Unlaced to bareness I took you in
My arms and let my fingers run
To places where they had never been
And traces that they had never done...

Madness, yes, that followed soon
And my lips were on their lawless tour
Your grace, oh yes, that was a boon
And your moans no less my cue for more...

Oh how I remember, my gusty excesses
And the wantonness of every wile
The lusting scratches, the cups and caresses
And the killing joy of kissing your smile...

In time you turned a party too,
And made me a toast of giddy delight...
With every stroke you struck it true...
With every rub you rose my might...

A treat it proved, lovely so,
And a specter when the night turned wise,
At last as you let my pleasures go
To the end, and their climactic surmise...

Oh how I remember, that brilliant pause,
When the coming cause met consent,
That moment, as how to murmured applause
Your depths accepted the love I meant...