Your warm arms are the mansion at the end of my day I long for.

The kissing of your lips. The looking into the depth of your eyes.

The lake I yearn to drown in. All the way to the bottom. Falling as a live

weight of lead. While enjoying you all. From head to toe. Coming back

to the surface freshly new to start all anew. Sweet love. Sweet love.

As soon as I finish work…the next thought is you. My eyes are on the

road. My mind is on you.

Want to relax with you listening to Bach while I massage your feet.

After dinner. Watch a silly movie. Want you to lay your head on my

shoulder. Smell your neck and hair. Kiss your earlobes. Gently.

And as one thing leads to another…get to heart of the evening and

pierce it with the delicate touch of one of your fingers. And step into

the realm of dreaming. With you in my arms.

Sweet love.

EO