Prelude

Trying hard to work up nerve,

Wake up feelings dormant for

So long that they are near forgotten

In this mad chaotic rush.

 

Tempt me with your sultry smile.

Beckon with a wink and nod,

A sly come-hither interlude

That speaks in volumes understood.

 

Coming just before the touch;

The first of many, hopefully.

Prelude to a memory,

Memento for ten thousand nights.

 

Save this moment. Hold it close.

Press the rose inside your book of

Heather-scented memories

To keep forever and a day.