I pull you down and hold you in my hands,
I part your outer garment with much haste,
Anticipating that first tender taste
That welcomes me away from life's demands.And as my finger
rubs across your spine
My heart leaps at the pleasures that await;
A hungry hunter at the very gate
That leads into the realm of the divine.
O who could ever turn away from this,
Who willingly would ever disengage,
From such a state of otherworldly bliss,
Found deep within the words upon the page?
Rick Deering
