When I open the pages and take a look
my eyes feast on the sultry words of your poetry book
words that where written by your elegant hand
woven from the heart of a passionate, gentle man
Sometimes  I wonder who was on your mind
when you wrote of sharing a glass of chilled red wine,

When you penned in elegant verse, of kisses as sweet as honeydew
tell me, was there someone there with you?
You wrote of hands that touched you with a satiny caress 
who's body did you admire in that short red dress?

I wonder,  when your penstroke describes
your desire to bury your face between warm, creamy thighs
who's face is it that fills your nights with wanton cries 
who's velvet glove is it you sink into with moans & sighs?

And when you lovingly describe big fire-lit amber eyes
I look in the mirror and wonder in surprise
because fire-lit amber eyes are what I see
so now I can't help but wonder,
"mmmmmm,.........could it be??