Professor Of Falling

Your love in silence, I did profess,

But in my shyness, could not confess.

Now, as I watch you undress,

With no further need to impress,

I finally can express.

This night is our congress.

Your smile, I fervently digress,

Has me hypnotised nonetheless.

And, as I blissfully tumesce,

An invitational ingress,

A love I could not hope to supress,

Grows quietly to possess.

© M.H.