As I lay here in the arms
 Of my beautiful young lover
 I'm thinking about the times
 When I was so far from her.
 How I missed her tender lips
 That I would kiss the whole night through,
 The curvature of her hips
 And the Flower between them, too.
 Ah, yes, her fruitful Flower
 I have succumbed to many times.
 Her nectar has the power
 To take control of all my mind.
 I've never been less a man,
 Yet never been a man so much,
 But weak I will always stand
 By her debilitating touch.
 Her fair skin just slightly graced
 By the shining rays of the sun.
 Last night, her midnight hair, laced
 By the light of the silvery moon.
 And her eyes were like the stars
 That shined so brightly in the sky.
 She is also like the stars
 Within her, a fire burst inside.
 And I love how joyful tears
 Trickle down the sides of her nose.
 I've seen many through the years
 Flow to her lips, red as a rose.
 Undulating past her chin
 Drying before reaching her neck.
 Her arms I'm held within
 Are the safety net for this wreck.
 A soft pillow are her breasts
 Foe me to lay my weary head
 And for my hands to caress
 When we are together in bed.
 Her stomach will hold the life
 We both so long and have hope for.
 One day she will be my wife
 And my child, the life she will bore.
 I love the bread of her thighs
 Her legs wrapped tight around me
 My name she whispers and cries
 In our moments of ecstasy.
 After we're cooled by the night
 From our exhausting love fest,
 I pull her close and hold tight
 And me both are at last at rest.
 So never will this wretch say
 That a love, I will never know
 For here in the arms I lay
 With her 'neath "El Cielo Rojo."
 

 Vicki Emrick