Two Swans
A lovely lady came and lay
Beside a burning tower
Her skin as soft as satin white
Fragrant as a flower
Her
hair a kind of waterfall
Coal black ravens wing
And lips as sweet as cherries red
Where the birds of Eros sing
Her fingers gentle touching things
( roaming tingling loving things )
Soft as soft on skin
They fed the
flames that burned the tower
A victory to win
Her cherry lips caressed the tower
Loving every flame
Until she
too was burning
And blazing just the same
And when the two fires merged and mingled
Raging on as one
She cradled over burning tower
Descending down
upon
And when she reached its battlements
Her thighs began to melt
And melted on the burning tower
Until its fires were quenched
Then there they lay two holy things
The flames of love burnt out
All cosy in their comeliness
Two swans
in love no doubt
Their breathing slowed right down
In unison and deep
Then off they went
Wrapped up as one
On
the winding path of sleep
