'PATIENCE'

Someone sweet's passed through my room;
Full fragrance fills my senses.
The air still holds her perfume,
Creating consequences,
Tantalizing me tonight.

I long to indulge her kiss,
Oh bouquet of "French Delight;"
Lingering slow loving bliss,
Sublime ecstasy takes flight.
Her love scent's come to be this.

Sends me soaring out of sight,
Releasing inner tenses.
In subtle subsonic zoom,
No single false pretenses,
Sweet patience lies in my room.

COPYRIGHT © BY RHYTHMIK, 10 September 1998, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.