Birth of a Love Poem

She demured in invite I wish I could close my eyes and hear you sing to me...and ring to me to do that I guess, I think, I will get snug in bed ...and sleep in a slumber that's all awake I will yet dream of a wanted man... dark haired and warm beyond belief... He holds the singer's weight in his arms her songs on her lips...... he stealing them with brute.... her sweetness stowed deep... in caves she holds....... he dives in to steal.... her muskiness and mustiness is all invite .....as hood slithers in....... fingers grab the butter scones.. that receive seat cushions when she sits....... soft and soft....presses are loved..... deep impressions redden in blush........ and deepen yet............ this is like woohoa............ so deep and good...... She cooes : oh! wow...absolutely beautiful ...rich and electric thank you, dear honey and darlin...write on those deepening lines that work screwing in my brain like fine here are blown kisses unending.... His crescendo builds.. drums beat in temples of face.. and temples of deep passion and faith.. oxygen rushing in fast.... how long is it going to last ...........stiff limbs soften and scrape... as the effort takes the shape...... hawk hawk.......field is ploughed....... and earth eggs sought..... they arrive and a poem is born.