Graceful

 
Along the virgin trail,
touched the skin my
love would yield, it's
advantage given away,
taken downwards to
aquired eyes from wordly
sentence I would but
gracefully acquiesce for
want of watchful
caress upon my open
heart, to have its
calling out heard from
a lovers close proximity,
to breathe in tune
ragged, fast, till it's
slow meandering summers
eve, on the banks
of languid liquid,
cooling to the touch
of a lovers caress
that I'll be accepting
on this earth we grace.