Sweet Lil Thought...............Goethe stanza
The sweetest thought of all is love,
libations offered in the night,
in liquid kisses from above,
her velvet touch to start our flight.
Intimate tastes, our passions' guide,
when fickle senses lost in lust,
demand the sweetness deep inside
no longer thoughts, a need, a must.
Inhaling scents of honeyed crème,
desire my will in weightless air,
in sexual trysts of Sapphic fem,
each touch still lingers softly there.
Spiralling senses set us free,
with passion garnished on her hips,
in places only love can be,
and honey lingers on her lips.