Love Making
If Love is a many splendid thing
Let the music play,
As our bodies sway
To and fro
And our lips make claims
On each other
To feed the hunger
Long brewing.
If Love’s rose only grows in spring
Let the snow melt away
As our fingers stray
Down below
And let our thirst for the other
Be quenched
By the nectar of
desire.
If Love is a reason for living
Let the sun rise and set
Before ever we rest
In the glow
Of the fire of passion
Lit between thighs intertwined
To fulfill this need
Long denied
If Love is a risk
Worth taking
Let me never stop making
Love with you
