Centuries old, it would seem to be
The description of the woman, his eyes did see
The hair, thick and long, like ivy down the back
Memorizing the face, and the curve of the neck
Tracing patterns, the fingers seek
For the rhythm of the heart, to feel it speak
Under pale skin, red flesh, white bone
The centre of life, desires one of its own
The soft pads of lips, touch in the sweet of a kiss
Wide brown eyes agree forever to be his
A soft smile, a dance, a laugh
Time has come, the white goes off
Skin against skin, in desire they meet,
The first blush arises, from head to toes on feet
In arms they lay, a tangled mess
Blissed out and shining, with God his bless
Forgotten silk on the floor
Two souls meet again, once more