As the Music Plays

a poem by Elaine E. Howie

All of the lust
Is not hushed
It becomes me
To see how you please

If I could not unwrap this love
I would burst without a shove
Enhanced by the milky terms
Of life and it’s burns

But project in me a moment
That I could not reach
Could not control
Could not teach

Aaah you receive me not
For in your lust I am forgot
But in me you suck dry
All the salty tears from my eye

Will you roll over mountains for me?
Are would you prefer to tease
Would you climb clouds of dust?
Me with your insatiable lust

Wanting it all combine in a friend
I want to be to you everything in
The End