You open gentlest eyes one inch from mine;
Our noses touch, we breathe.
Our soft-hard flesh in-presses.
This April night of all nights is most fine.
To hold is much. We rest,
Begin again with blesses—
Our holy gift—sweet sex divine.
You open gentlest eyes one inch from mine;
Our noses touch, we breathe.
Our soft-hard flesh in-presses.
This April night of all nights is most fine.
To hold is much. We rest,
Begin again with blesses—
Our holy gift—sweet sex divine.