Your touch, in the quiet heat,
Of a sensuous night,
Excites all that love,
Is supposed, to make right.

Shivers travel throughout,
My body,
Like ripples in a pond,
Disturbed by a stone.

Your soft whispers,
Penetrate the depths,
Of my love, hungry soul,
Seeking moments, to gently unfold.

The treasures,
We often, promise each other,
While on the crossroads, of life,
Are moments, that bring pure pleasures.

Mine are the sounds,
Of sighs, moans and groans,
LIke lovers,
In a passionate embrace,
During a storm.

By: William Bonilla......10/23/02