[Saint Germain des Angles, France]
Sweet words, where did you go--
I thought perhaps I had lost you.
Your dormant cries,
whispering now, again
in small and appealing phrases.
Slipping easily between my sheets
your hands, warm, inviting
running down my back, my legs
and finding that ticklish spot on my knee.
Ah, there you are.
Let us swim and tango and love.
