Centuries old, it would seem to be

The description of the woman, his eyes did see

The hair, thick and long, like ivy down the back

Memorizing the face, and the curve of the neck

Tracing patterns, the fingers seek

For the rhythm of the heart, to feel it speak

Under pale skin, red flesh, white bone

The centre of life, desires one of its own

The soft pads of lips, touch in the sweet of a kiss

Wide brown eyes agree forever to be his

A soft smile, a dance, a laugh

Time has come, the white goes off

Skin against skin, in desire they meet,

The first blush arises, from head to toes on feet

In arms they lay, a tangled mess

Blissed out and shining, with God his bless

Forgotten silk on the floor

Two souls meet again, once more