I NEVER TIRE OF LOVING YOU


I have undone these strings many times…
A shirtless cello lies on the bed sheet,
Hair streams over shoulders, desire whispers
Closer, closer, kisses meet.
Like a skier on the naked slopes
Curving crest and trough, breasts and hips.
Firm nipples are feelers reaching out
For the touch of my fingertips.
My moist tongue follows the downhill path.
In the folds of your thighs
I brush the forest, taste the foliage
And hear your trembling content cries.
Together all these years, so true
Each night I never tire of loving you.




Frank Corso