To Do Something Special

A romantic, erotic, love poem.

We would not, cannot, separate
Our bodies can hold out no longer
Eyes staring vainly at fruit like succulent pears
The air smoky with interminable lust
Those who wish to be together are at last
Holding to every breath and moment
And realizing complete satisfaction
We have fallen, succumbing to a fitful
Night of joy and zenith
Apparently no one can come between us
At least for awhile…

We are free to mount
Towering summits taking thousands of years to erode.
When we reappear to our friends and loved ones
We will have tasted the very lasting fruit of our souls. 

Bless us, for these sweet and cherished moments together,
For we will not hide from each other
Not this hour,
Not this night.