On Your Father's Couch

On the couch  
in your fathers house  
time: pre-digital  
only a few channels  
we have no idea  
how distorted  
the image  
our old T.V.s 
sported  
   
On the couch  
in your fathers house  
you have two sisters  
both in slumber  
down two doors  
in the Master cove,  
your father`s Keep  
We pray soon he'll fall asleep  
for every footsep  
every creak    
skewers us  
with anxiety  
   
serrendipitously  
frightened  
for in this state  
each sensation heightened  
easy to drape  
my arm over your shoulder  
I`ll have sweeping range  
'cause Im much taller  
don't care if un-snap  
bra technique falters  
from my position  
fingers easily slip down halter  
   
crane your virgin neck  
my darling  
expose sillouette    
in cathode light  
in our moment    
of youth exploring  
future trips ecstatic  
will never match this night  
   
crane your virgin neck    
my darling  
I bypass lips  
you find this startling  
I smooch tragus  
your ear's soft border  
nibbles on your perfumed neck    
send exquisite torment  
   
Ive just become  
your make-out Magellan  
blue jeans barely  
contain my swelling  
Usually on maiden voyage  
this place lies beyond attention  
but while deep in Loves throes  
there's just no telling  
   
your neck craining  
my pants straining  
gentle kisses between    
ear and jaw insaning  
your eyes closed  
your mouth half open  
laboured breath    
chest heaving  
my caress    
acheiving  
Fathers lesson`s  
repealling  
from heavenly body  
your senses reeling  
   
yes, your mouth  
is half open  
though in oblivion  
somehow you're still hoping  
I`ll bring my lips    
to Yours for docking  
Yes Love, I Will.....  
this sends synapses poppin`  
electricity through  
our bodies shocking  
   
as if in the prescence  
of JAH we're trembling  
every past assumption  
disassembling  
below our couch  
the world is crumbling  
through Dimensions unknown  
Our Union's tumbling  
   
during this blissful kiss  
infinite  
our temporal bodies  
eerily motionless  
there is no squirming  
or awkward groping  
our mouths entwined  
Our Holy Moment  
   
We are blessed    
and I sense...  
Yes...I am confident  
of it's appropriatness  
my sinewed arm  
lands fingers on virgin chest  
they drag calloused tips  
trickling down exposed flesh  
both quaking as I  
cradle your breast  
   
skin so soft  
skin so firm  
skin so brown  
skin so warm  
   
extend my fingers  
rest my palm  
areola engaged  
tongue meets tongue  
   
oh the Magic    
to be so young  
and fully cherish  
nature`s song  
although in truth  
Our minds not there  
yet moment's Magnitude  
we were aware  
   
tendrils circle rippled breast  
others sweep your lovely hair  
Your hand between my cheek and Jaw  
the other reaching down..down...There  
this experience so rare  
soon our arms cross  
over young flesh so bare  
   
Our lips  
enmeshed    
thumb hardens nipple    
on bouyant breast  
during our first    
caress  
of forbidden nests  
   
indescribable    
our love nubile  
no indecision  
no duress  
no fumbling, no hurting  
Sweet Lover`s finesse  
through Denim  
we feel passion`s wetness  
   
we rub    
against hands  
exciting our    
glands  
so heavy we breathe    
heavenly relief  
   
   
            we selflessly give  
        this moment can not be relived  
   
   
lets leave us right there  
immune to despair  
two youngsters clinging  
to first Love so fleeting  
this no mere body function  
no urge to reproduct  
We have tapped into  
the greatest gift    
bestowed by    
Whatever Rules From Above  
   
        Never Break Our Embrace  
        Never Problems to Solve