A Night In Heidelberg
I want to gulp you.
I nedd to drink from you.
Your flowing flowering fountain
Runs over as you breathe me.
Your heaving breasts seesaw
And I push further,
Licking away our fears.
A great novel not yet written by Pat Conroy
Flashes through my mind.
An ancient language passes from your lips
Before wrapping them around me.
Only lonesome soulscould touch your body,
And yet I reach your sould with every thrust.
An early German summer evening ,
A bottle of Tennessee bourbon
Make an intriguing combination
And we are the mysterious
Ingredients.
You have one hand on my wallet.
I have one heart beating against your chest.