Wearing yellow sunlight on the pale pink of my skin

dreaming of the feel of you as you come within

whispering into your ear of the places I will touch

pulling you atop me where the pressure is too much

tell me now, will you make love to me?

Now is not the time for us to be prudent or to be wise

a soft blush lies on my cheeks and on the backs of my thighs

your reflection stretching and eclipsing the need in my eyes

your name again to be called in my constant breathless sighs

tell me now, will you make love to me?

I want your slow kisses to burn long on my throat and my hips

moving further around the mounds of my breasts with your lips

below this thick band on my waist that’s as gold as these sheets

your tongue roaming on the round hill of my belly is so sweet

tell me now, will you make love to me?

Explore then, if you can, all the places my hand goes

please start from the bottom at the tips of my toes

delve more and more to these places much higher

where I lose all my senses in this heated desire,

Oh, my love, will you make love to me now?