THE FLOW.

Careless is my heart when in the throws of love,

Ill is caution when intimacy beckons,

And soire's of sweet embraces bring a sensitive flow,

Of irresistible urges in passion to commence another

Chapter and verse with you under the moon's glow, 

As the throb of sensitivity takes off inhibition's cloak,

And this time smiles, kept in the annals of sentimental 

pastimes that linger, but do not rush to let go!