Pillows of love, windows of lust

a poem by Elaine E. Howie

Tilting my love for you in a franchise of feelings,
Knowing that when I want to you will come willingly
Suffering only for the moment that I cannot play
With your heart strings in mild facets of disarray
Lusting for your mouth and your legs
Your body the thoughts that are in your head

Lusting for intimate moments inside you
Wandering if you will know just what to do
Our first time did not teach us much
But we will lay on the pillows of love
And fog up the windows of lust
Sharing a well searched out seasoned hug

Loving you endlessly and respectfully
Making you and offer that is beyond being rejected
Losing a cell are two just to love you
Never once confused at being true
Lusting on the inside of your mind
Eating up all that has kept us separated by time
Washing my soul with you within
Holding on to that window of kin

Pillows falling all around me
Windows have shut me out
Pillows so soft they tease
Windows tossing my lust about
Pillows of love windows of lust
I would truly eat you up
I would shut you up in my fences
And devour you with my erotic senses

You are my pillow
You are my window
You are the one who combines the two
You will savour the moment through and through
For the pillow of love
I race to the window of lust
And for the window of lust
I hunt for the pillow of love
I have you both as close sensual friends
So why should I ever want to wake up to
The end