Then We Have Loved. Poem by RON S KING

THEN WE HAVE LOVED.

When you love me
I walk a path of flowers
Of Violets and Roses, of Lilac and Lilies
That my feet do not touch
To crush a scent of love’s intoxication
For, when you love me
I am a raised soul of spirited levitation
And you touch me with gentle fingers

Then, in a private gentleness
Do you open me up to all sensation
In progress of fingertips and soft lips
Which pout to sensitive kisses, caressing
To my lips, my neck, my chest, moving down
Watering me, my stomach, quivering
Then to a delicacy of passions thrusting
And I rise beyond all heaven’s joy
To your mouth’s tasting

Then do I love you
To lay you risen, just above the flowers
That you scent them in sweet odours
Woman’s scent, which damps in a secret way
So do I care
My hands, in strength, touch you
With the gentleness that a man touches
In love, to a new way of pamper
To open you to expectancy of penetration
Touching lips, first high, then low to wet
Lifting you to a tongue’s sensation

Then do we love
In a given way of sacrifice, in offering
That I lie to crush the petals
To arouse the scent of flowers and passion
And you straddle, eyes closed, feeling… Feeling
Understanding my entry with a sigh
I watch in love, see my own nature rejoice
To a stiff rod of salutation
In rigid reception as you bathe me, feel the wash
And you shout, voice me your passion
Till we share the same announcement
That the orchid and rose
Damp themselves in the dew of a sweetest love

Now have we loved…