Prelude...

You start by looking down at me,
Like other times…what do you see?
Now when we're so close,
When your eyes are touching those…
What do you feel, when there is no tear?
Is it, my hand that you now reach? My dear…

I start by kissing you,
Your smooth and creamy back, with few,
Touches that are slicking down above your spine,
And going down…and down…and down…
Now do you feel?
Do you think that this is real?

I continue, then to kiss…
Your lovely, dreaming, sinking lips…
Your neck, your chest…
Then again, your breast…
Do you feel?
That I'm now opening your seal?

My tongue and lips,
Are turning you, in this,
Atmosphere of heat and fire…
You try to scream but, liar…
You now feel the pleasure,
This Prelude that is our treasure…