Beltane

Beltane
I long to play with thy wondrous silky hair,
In its elegance, I couldst lose mine self ever more,
To glide mine fingers thru those strands I adore,
Softly, ever so softly to stroke thy cheeks fair.

My hands to glide across thy smooth pure skin,
Mine lips to caress the nape of thy delicate neck.
Across thy creamy white shoulder fingers do trek,
And down thy soft tender arms, such perfect twin

In heaven, I would be to entwine my fingers with thine.
Dance ever so close with me by the beltline bonfire,
Dare a kiss, to celebrate springtide, and light my desire
To thee my very essence doth belong, will thou be mine.

Fire for thee doth burn and threaten to consume me,
Fervently, thy bountiful lips I desire, yield them with glee.