Vanilla

Sweet silken grace
Make a bed upon my tongue
as my palate is your passion’s pillow
Melting intimately within the warmth of my mouth
as I savor the virtues of your ivory innocence
Knowing if only to have loved you once
was not to have loved you
- in vain

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2006

Scent

Lay on my pillow
the weight of your whisper
Stay with me now
that I nay hold you still
The soft delicate commerce
of love well spent
As I slip into dreams
- of you.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2004

Anguish

As the night was beyond reproach -
Yet I awaken not with you in my arms but scented on my skin.
Might that we have loved with fullness in our hearts
were they shaped by destiny or merely the victims of our fate?
Therefore how am I to love you now,
when I am left to succumb to this misfortune
- Of passion.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008