My ambrosia
You
are waiting with patience for me. Sitting on soft bed of silk sheets
and warm blanket. You are wearing barely enough clothing to cover tender
and perfect skin. I come to you. I fall to your legs and I embrace your
waist. I rest my head in the warmth of tempting perfume and the
softness of warm wanting flesh. You whispered. Johnnie, I have been
waiting. I have plotted out the night and you will be my victim.
I looked into perfect brown eyes and I told her. You are my only wish and sweet dream dear lover.
John Castellenas/Coyote