Twinkling stars reach to the moon
Seven streams that often croon
Personal words to clarify touch
My mind in a series of galloping struts
Lift my hem to knee length broach
Spiels of sermons against your throat
Laying your hands in prayer on skin
Assistance garnered to savor within
A slight brush of lips to cheek
And legs are undone by feeling weak
Whisper mine ear "you are mine"
To seek our bed enclosed devine