Balmy Breezes

A balmy breeze can flutter pleasantly,  
Past open shutters and the flower box,
Where violets grow to perfume dreamily
The room inside; there, other scented stocks
Add to lovely aromas, as you wake
And find yourself in heaven, for my lips
Trace up and down, with slow and delicate
Caresses of your member; and time slips
Away, with comforts adding to ideas,
That may seem overblown; but help me see
The way to hold excitement, that appears
Close to overflowing, reminding me
That you're in complete charge: for, as you seize
My hair, you come so strongly in this breeze.