Gentle Fingers

In the touch of gentle fingers
I embrace soft wisps of cloud,

in the fragrance of a flower
cool scent of untouched moon,

in bird song outside window morning
a paradise of mystical past,

in the laughter of old friends
dancing leaves in the park,

in the glory of freshly blooming flowers
skipping ropes and slender pig-tails,

in satin arms of the sun
moist pinkness of probing tongue,

in the garden of earthly pleasure
we walk between the stars at night together,

then.....
in the pulchritude of your smile,

universe within universe
of unplumbed love.