| As we hold each other — | ||
| and we are one this night | ||
| I cannot but feel deeply | ||
| some degree of fright | ||
| My mind reviews our progress | ||
| of this fragile love so far | ||
| Keenly sensing this wonder a | ||
| near separation may mar | ||
| But I know you much better | ||
| than I did one year ago | ||
| Now Orphawan’s facets entreat | ||
| my urgent love to know | ||
| Each discovery like Sesame | ||
| novis, a new door | ||
| Once opened, discloses | ||
| wondrous secrets more and more | ||
| Your warm, cuddling nature | ||
| awakened us this early morn | ||
| A next segment of our new lives | ||
| anew sprouts fresh born | ||
| Starting our special heart day with | ||
| rapture, anticipation, and glee | ||
| Orphawan / Amman on Valentine's Day | ||
| loving, happy, and free | ||
| No one can touch like we do | ||
| in a vaporous steaming shower | ||
| Touching you, caressing your wetness | ||
| engenders Amman's love power | ||
| Your hands thrust soap and survey | ||
| my throbbing, wanton skin | ||
| Eros drives my Id swirl, and | ||
| animal borne vortices akin | ||
| Gifts of devotion fill up my eyes, | ||
| a love trove to plunder | ||
| Make this special Valentine's Day | ||
| put all previous ones asunder | ||
| Balloon morphed hearts, books, | ||
| a card, monster cookie, and bouquet | ||
| A love like this forces self interrogation — | ||
| can we quit? No way! | ||
| I show my Valentine love for you | ||
| with flowers and chocolate treats | ||
| As our day progresses, you sample often, | ||
| but admonish me not to eat | ||
| You examine each of many chocolate items | ||
| with salivation in wait | ||
| In this relationship there can only be one | ||
| chocoholic, Orphawan my fate | ||
| To work off all that chocolate, | ||
| cross-country-skiing our ken decide | ||
| We leave behind most cares and stress, | ||
| into wilderness our blades collide | ||
| We cut through Earth's snow and ice | ||
| in Her beauty and natural arts | ||
| Souls bound forever, in cold white | ||
| glitter, playing their natal part | ||
| Our virginal surroundings | ||
| etch permanently deep heart relief | ||
| Adventure stacking new mind slices: | ||
| layers of found belief | ||
| We ski, push, fall and clamber | ||
| to notes unheard before | ||
| Tinkling ice from trees afalling, | ||
| chaotic music amidst amour | ||
| Then we measure distance, and | ||
| find how far we walk and run | ||
| Each detent elicits recollections | ||
| of prior sojourns’ abundant fun | ||
| This big car as our yardstick | ||
| ticking off tenths speculation achurn | ||
| We anticipate new footfalls in | ||
| our futures’ dawning turns | ||
| Our skins we make much browner, | ||
| just right, twenty seconds less | ||
| We get just a perfect color, with | ||
| timing, seldom left to guess | ||
| Artificial sunlight impinging thoughts | ||
| emotions hot and glowing | ||
| Twenty-minute life segments apart, yet together, | ||
| nurtures our love growing | ||
| Fahitas sizzling on a platter, Spanish | ||
| odors fill olfactory sense | ||
| Corn chips and salsa precede dinner, | ||
| wait waxing more intense | ||
| We enjoy a meal together at our | ||
| Irish Mexican’s place | ||
| Sate fills empty, while love's | ||
| glow-light lingers our cuddy space | ||
| Then, can you believe, a movie | ||
| recursing time 'n day atcocan?1 | ||
| Stuck in Puxatawney on Phil’s Day, | ||
| reworking life 'n way nojokin' | ||
| Normal — we set an example — to | ||
| live life free of untidy knots | ||
| We see in awed amazement, so close it | ||
| 'twas to our quantum thoughts | ||
| At home we watch Sarah, Plain and Tall | ||
| which makes our tears to flow | ||
| Sarah gains family, | ||
| their rugged lives trace well for us to grow | ||
| Frequently touching hands | ||
| and trading looks that belie our feelings deep | ||
| We learn how life can be perfect and imperfect: | ||
| we sow and then we weep | ||
| I go to bed upon made floor | ||
| to commence much needed sleep | ||
| Later, after your bedtime preparations, | ||
| you come and rouse me from dream’s keep | ||
| Tousled bedclothes cold cool my skin | ||
| and intensify my need | ||
| You express desire for us to love | ||
| and say, "Hasten with undue speed. | ||
| "But be tender and take some time to caress me, | ||
| for a true lover never hurries | ||
| "Then roll me over and rub well my front, | ||
| all my brown 'n curvies | ||
| "Rub my back and shoulders, | ||
| and don't forget my feet, legs and butt | ||
| "By then we'll both be ready, | ||
| and my drenched door will open, can't stay shut." | ||
| True your words indeed are, | ||
| slick wetness rages like hot flood | ||
| I touch your moist triangle patch of hair | ||
| from belly button just sud | ||
| Heat in your loins spreads like fire | ||
| to my enthralled and surging groin | ||
| My greedy Eros pressing desire | ||
| your favors to purloin | ||
| You pant and moan voweled wail of love's seduction, | ||
| Oh! what a song | ||
| Of what you urgently want me to do, | ||
| with a promise it shall be long | ||
| You stare into my eyes while singing, | ||
| using looks to state the rest | ||
| I cherish that countenance you send, | ||
| when you wish my performance blessed | ||
| You have taught me new use of index, | ||
| in gentle stimulating motion | ||
| Then index dipping in your well, | ||
| to lubricate like slippery lotion | ||
| Tiny circles on Crissy's tender spot, | ||
| twixt pudenda hanging warm and hot | ||
| Evolve to delicate vertical strokes, | ||
| building excitement for a final shot | ||
| You say, "I want you inside me," | ||
| this most natural way for us to be | ||
| When I hear those words, I reach ultimate happiness, | ||
| and I become most free | ||
| Just us one together in union, | ||
| make perfect marriage by primal law | ||
| The anticipation is excruciating, | ||
| but we know a little lingering spawns no intrinsic flaw | ||
| I say, "I want you to take control," | ||
| one way to keep you pleased | ||
| You fondle and scratch and rub and tease, | ||
| mine shaft of flesh you have seized | ||
| You roll on your back and pull me on top, | ||
| of your brown and gorgeous form | ||
| Get that great satisfier ready, | ||
| prepare it one right way, to roar like a storm | ||
| You place glans at wet entrance to your cave and say, | ||
| "Push into me, can't wait," | ||
| You prod anxiously and smile | ||
| and pucker your lips into an urgent state | ||
| But I say, "Let's go slowly and easily | ||
| so you can enjoy it so much more," | ||
| Its tip just eases in, | ||
| odiferous vaginal moisture lubricating your door | ||
| You moan with pleasure | ||
| and mouth my name with primal fire | ||
| You squirm and move your hips | ||
| up love's mountain in grip acquire | ||
| Move satisfier gradually in and out | ||
| friction building at love's gate | ||
| Coherent tide in me is towing irrevocably, | ||
| now I see our fate | ||
| You beseech we do this together, | ||
| synchronicity in timed splash | ||
| Simultaneous arrival atcocan, | ||
| we achieve fulfillment high in mutual thrash | ||
| I know now we can do it, | ||
| that which all true lovers seek | ||
| Our joyous release permanently entangles, | ||
| a quantonic fusion of us unique. | ||
| And so ends our special Saint Valentine's Day, | ||
| in this year of '93 | ||
| But our hearts are full, knowing permanent love will | ||
| last and keep us free | ||
| Sadly we attempt to deny harsh fear, | ||
| that this may be our last | ||
| Both Amman and Orphawan Quanton, | ||
| all of this special day just passed. | ||