By Laurie Ann Arden -- lauriannea@aol.com
Date: 8 March 1997

Early One Morning

Your impassioned kisses have inflamed my lips

I yearn for your steamy mouth on my nipple tips

I must come yet again in your inviting bed

My hunger for your touch remains unfed.



The exquisite pain of your terrible swift sword

Into my very core, whose essence was poured,

Stays with me through the tortured night

Your scent lingers on through dawn's early light.



I must not stay, I cannot go

It hurts my heart to want you so

My swirling world is upside down

Soon, thank God, I'm leaving town!