In the darkness of the night,
With love I strum you, play you,
Fingering out the notes of you,
Like an old and loved guitar.
Kisses and caresses,
Coaxing dulcet cries from your heart,
Singing out songs made of words,
Sounds from deep within your being,
Words and sounds,
Of gladness, sadness,
Glorious madness,
Moans and gasps filling our night,
As we both soar to heavenly places,
Singing in wrenching chorus as if,
To make angels weep with happiness
For the most pleasurable sins of man...
And woman.
Donovan Baldwin
