Hush!

Have you desire of skin, or need of pleasure?

Mind yet within simple grasps of nature,

Quite well known to beast?

Taken about thy frame and figure seek a soft hand,

Or one much more firm?

Seek not, but soft as the itch’s scratch doth come

The faint ping out the pane where seeker need end search,

It is only me, with a satchel of pebbles

Within come, but soft!

Let not a soul know the abouts of us,

The secret and secret remain,

As shades of sheets we linger,

Though I sought you, you sought naught,

But complacent I find to fill the void,

To be the scratch to your itch,

And the scene might set itself;

Hands about and an arm set snare,

Buttons a frail seal to which fumble in heat

Take free slowly from the linen cages

Become what must to be free

And lie still for a moment longer,

Allow me to begin,

For once the heat of the moment ends,

The passion soon commence,

You’re willing, and yet afraid,

You know not the thrill,

The first moments might be not your wish,

But time makes better still,

Promise your soft bud an end to pain,

And only a trove of pleasure,

I gaze your eyes a moment more,

A wordless thank you for the honor,

To be the one to introduce you,

To this new world you never knew,

One where a rose might bloom from bud,

At my hand and toil,

Praises to you and words so transient,

This treasure is memory eternal,

This honor may be mine to you,

And sadness that the honor,

Be not yours as well,

Yet might it be that such a thing,

I would not my own skill know,

I shall not claim to be brilliant,

I know I’m not the best,

But I shall do my best for you,

You deserve nothing less,

One of kind I know you to be,

One who drew these words from me,

For once in life I knew them valued,

And actual meaning within,

If I say these small words dear,

I pray you comprehend,

That there are no better words to speak,

So these will have to do,

I know you’re waiting yet you’re calm,

If I had not your eyes in mine,

Tremble would your world,

I smell only the sweet perfume,

Of the ecstasy to come,

And wear only the must cologne,

Of the passion I shall provide,

Now I’ve held you long enough,

The night is passing still,

The day is not far from our sight,

And we still have work to do,

So I take this moment here and now,

To make my slow firm move,

You bite your lip and clench your fists,

As the crimson takes the sheets,

Only a little so don’t you fret,

It shall not happen again,

The rose has its feathers spread,

And the deed is now done,

The act forever sealed in you,

My presence forever known,

This may be so but you should know,

The adrenaline is coming soon,

My efforts now increase,

As you grasp onto me,

From a look of pain and trust,

To pure pleasure do you wear,

I clutch you close and keep the thrill,

As the hours start to pass,

Come daylight breaks,

The night has now all but passed,

And what a night it was,

I want not more but to stay,

Keep warm in your sheets,

Warming you with my skin,

Taken not have I from you,

Only given a promise,

That even now as I climb,

Out the window of your room,

Might you always know that,

“I love you” is not strong enough.

Before your lips say a moist farewell,

You tell me one thing, “hush!”