How Will You Know?

How will you know
that I speak truthfully
when I, all breathless, pledge to you
that I am yours?

The proof will be
the widening glow that rises in my eyes,
the tremble in my voice
when you are near to me,

and then the way my body
arches up into your touch
and how you make my tongue
so avidly,
when we are body pressed,
begin to lash dark dreams
upon your skin.

By all of this
you’ll of my plighted troth
be quite assured.

Oh some (the prudish sort)
might say
that when I do these things
I’m on the precipice of sin.
But is that really true?
Given what you move me to,
fast makes you say
to me. “I love you so!”,
The answer is a loud
resounding “NO”.