Ahhh, has love come as this?
upon a withered petal
a tiny dewy kiss

softly warmed by a ray
of the yawning day

As fingers lift away all traces
of the nights pink satins and laces

Kisses searing to the soul
and caresses rhytmically unfold

entangled in love's sweet embrace
moving from senses of feel and taste

more is sought and given
no desire is left unliven

blossoming climax, upon the brink
into shuddering ecstasy, rapturously we sink

Ahh, yes, love has come as this
in the form of you
my sweet knight of bliss!