A Lovers Call Poem by Mark (Owen) Williams

Lying in my single bed I hear her sweet voice calling me
The alluring scent of her perfume wistful calm across the sea.

Why does her beauty excite me so? Inflaming deep my heart’s desire
Enticing me she fills the room, my moth doth seek her amber fire.

Engulfed in ore I do explore deep in her womb a kindle light
Her moisture warms my empty sheets her love it clears my teary sight.

As summer flowers dance and sway, her beauty more than bright blue eyes
Alluring, yielding, sensuous ways, her shape elicits welcome sighs.

Her body soft, curves tempt desire of all young men who cross her moor
Her hands they milk the youngest bull as buckets full of love doth pour.

She once was mine this wondrous seed, her inner depths a beauty twice
My empty room she did once fill, this man who sought her paradise.

Into her pond of gold I swam, most gaily did my body rise
I started North, East-West, wet South, that map of lust between her thighs.

TEXAS…….