Bring some of the stars twinkling to my finger tips.

I’d like to tell the world a story about you. Help me.

Want to tell them how sweet you were the time I laid with my sweet

love. Remember how sweet the roses’s scent was…while the cricket

sang…the owl ululated and the wolf called…and the moon being our

candle light…shone our room…? You remember, don’t you?

Yes, you do. Because your memory is as vast as my mind.

Sweet evening, I love you immensely. When you sit next me, your

proximity is warmer than the sun. And you and I enjoy the fresh wind

coming through the door. You can caress me all you want any way you

want. I give you the license to do it. And invite you to continue doing it

when I go to bed. In fact. Do it all night long. Come into the living room

of my dream. Stay close to me at all times. Tell me a secret, a dirty joke.

Anything you want.

I’m yours.

Ernesto Onofre