The Lover’s
Caress
Ah, to stand there was the greatest grace!
I felt the softest touch on my face.
So pure and innocent, it warmed my heart,
and that it did right from the start.
Oh, to be caressed with such gentle fingers
that melt away, while the feeling lingers!
My eyes closed to savor the touch
that I had come to love so much.
I couldn’t hear the words whispered in my ear,
but so delicate was that, too, I never knew fear.
Moistness occasionally caressed my lips
and filled my mouth with tasteful sips.
I reached out sweetly to offer an embrace,
but was halted by loving marks on my face.
I laughed a hearty bellow unlike ever before,
and I felt a yearning to laugh some more.
I opened my heart and danced in glee.
Indeed, I had never danced so merrily.
And wherever I went, I felt the purity
I could never feel until maturity.
And so I laughed and skipped in open delight
not mindful at all that it was midnight.
The kisses were as pure as heaven itself.
The whispers tickled and I laughed to myself.
There was stillness around; we were alone.
There were no interruptions, no ring of a phone.
The world was ours; we controlled it all!
So, freely we danced, and would never fall.
Caresses on my face and hands, whispers in my ear;
with all that I felt, I knew only cheer!
I opened my eyes to see the lover I’d come to know.
To my shock and surprise, it was new-falling snow.
—Steve
January 2, 1996