Eggs easy on an opened palm

Shell softly singing a hum,

Pollen pleading pass over me

Come to me, come to me, come.

Oh how I wanted to draw her

Nakedness next to my skin,    

Nuzzle the nape of her neck

With my lips, my tongue, my chin.

My fingers all echoed let’s touch her

Along her shoulders down her line

Slide over and up then around her

You know what we find will be fine.

The Goddess shivered and quivered

A sweet cherub started to rhyme

The keys to know all of the bases

While a wheel spun wildly in time.

© Stephen Nesbitt