The Beginning Poem by Thomas William Bland Bennett

To sing of things that were untold,
Awaiting the time for it to unfold,
The passion to which has no resolve,
This heart of mine shall never grow cold,

To swim in this sea with you there,
Hopes and dreams without a care,
To kiss your skin so soft and fair,
Thoughts of which drive me to despair,

We then writhe and squirm in endless fun,
But for us this has only just begun,
As all other things come undone,
Never to be jealous of anyone,

You are everything that I require,
As we touch so starts our fire,
My only true burning desire,
I know that you are the one of which I shall never tire....