" Scratching The Entrance "

Sometimes when I lay daydreaming
I find myself across
The distance
Where I'm aching so vividly
That it's burning my self control
And flaming
In the hot compassion
Of her magnetic
Otherness
I must go to her or wither
Into the daring maze
Of needing to run my fingers
Through her passion
And
Creamy composure......

I need her to be the only one
To touch the furnace
Of heat
And Loves delicate desire
Where we lay
Exhausted
In the relaxing nature of Loves
Exhileration
And the red hot warmth
Of her afterglow
Igniting
The well guarded entrance
To my soul.....

For: Cherie

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)