I long for my love

because

My  love is never old

Buffeted   bruised   berated

by  the storm of destiny

I long for my love

to soothe me give me solace

The warmth of her bosom

surreptitiously cuddling caressing

agony of my lonely wounds

because

My love is never old.

Winged by the yearning of possession

I

overcome hurtling hurdles

Surpass the roaring seas

Scale the mountains kissing skies

finishing off my pilgrimage to

long awaited destination

of my desire.

I long for my love

because

my love is never old.

I slouch in her sensuous lap

fondled by her pretty hands

nursed tenderly lovingly into

Pastures of Pleasure Promise

Sensual

intimacy to its final ecstasy.

Broad Sunshine   cures arouses

wish to fathom the beauties

o f  long lost youthful life.

For a moment I drift in

realms of fantasies

The mellifluous tones

l u re me to the spring

of

Romance .and relationship

I long for my love

because

My love is never old.