Transported

imagining I'm in a place
at first alone about to face
transportation in a beam
awaiting you to share this stream

of consciousness, alone no more
the moment you come through the door
touching fingers, hand in hand
energizing where we stand...

to reappear within a glade
a forest Eden in the shade
while dappled sunlight filters down
a babbling brook the only sound

as we lie down and then embrace
tongue and lips we're face to face
fingers touching, skin on skin
disappearing clothes, we're in

lusty loving loving lust
sighing, moaning as we thrust
our bodies, squelch and slap,
everything we have on tap...

in paradise, at least I think
at last we leave in just a blink
touching fingers hand in hand
imagining you understand