For you, in dedication to William Shakespeare:
My growing hardness makes my lover mark
my burning love and quickening desire.
We quietly move closer in the dark,
consumed by lust and passion's hungry fire.
I slowly reach and touch my lover's side,
unseen caress there in the inky black.
A gentle shiver...a silent sigh...
and then my lover softly touches back.
We lie together, slowly moving, there;
attending to each other carefully.
We cuddle; each to each without a care.
Our tender, loving pleasures set us free.
For all it's faults, my life will never lack:
For when I kiss my love...he kisses back.