Amazing Grace

Right next to me, in purple lace…

I’m plucking strings, amazing grace-

How sweet the sound, but more…the taste

Of countless kisses, all well placed.

The stubble on my cheeks, a brush-

Caressing you is such a rush…

With lace removed, just you and me-

A toast to loving’s ectasy.

To us; a dream at last come true -

There’s nothing else…but me and you-

Our bodies slowly intertwine;

I know I’m yours, and you are mine.

We always knew, but could not say-

The world is meant to be this way.

Romantic music sets the mood;

I think we’ll call this, “Angel food.”

Partake with me, this sacred feast-

You’ve captured and then tamed the beast-

To slow the heart that you made pound…

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound.

John H. Bidwell