Brown Gold Poem by Sotto Voce

Just the thought of quietly Possesing;
Someone so Precious, most Worthy of Caressing.
And Keeping, and Holding, and Squeezing so close.
A Woman, a Friend, a Queen of the Most.

What Rarity it is to Observe and Behold
My delicate flower; of Brown and of Gold.
So Soothing a Spirit is to naturally desire.
Your breath, my Lips; I now never tire.

I frequently ask if Words were enough,
To calm this Lion and Settle the Dust?
My Sensual Dreams that can never be Sold.
I Covet, I Kiss; I'm seeking Brown Gold.

I Yearn to know now, this Act I must do.
I Listen, I Hear; in Search of a Clue.
It matters to me that I Gaze into thy Soul.
And find Value unheard; Brown pieces of Gold.