Like sunlight flickering in rays
through a curtain making everything
take on an apricot glow
like the fingering of notes on a harp
that seem to flutter  like a butterfly
like the gentle shimmering
of silver moonlight over a midnight lake
this is how you make me feel
when you speak your poetic words
over my body you anoint me
with your breath of endearment
and delight me with the touch of your lips running your unique poems rampant
over my eager frame that refuses to be tame
so you satisfy me with the ritual of rhyme
bringing me into the essence of prime
and as I  watch the amber moon
you whisper over my breasts a pantoum
you allow free verse to play over me like a cello
and bring to fruition a sumptuous sonnet
while I whisper to you a seductive Haiku
and together we senryu...;-)

etw