The Caress

I feel the soft caress of the salty slight sea breeze

Gently she strokes my cheek to set me at my ease

And peppers me with kisses as a virgin so to tease

 

Deny her I cannot for she is my sacred Muse

Command me as the gods she may for I am hers to use

Defy she may the lords above and I would aid the ruse

 

Subtly and silently she whispers in to my ear

“Come to me beloved, you I hold so dear

Give yourself unto me so I may hold you near”

 

And so I go unto her, my empress, my love

At last she does embrace me my fair and sweetest dove

Kisses me deeply on the mouth so take me from above

 

By Richard Herring

(Age 18)