Come Hither, and Turn for me

She held me steady, and guided me
    while steeped in the rhythms of the night
    I was tutored in the ways of love
    laying bare within her sight

“Come hither and turn for me,” She whispered
    as if all the world might hear
    and being bathed in moonlight, I smiled
    while she caressed and held me near

The world was about to be
    much different in my eyes
    as this gentle woman of the world
    would dispel all my boyhood lies

She knew when to rest
    as our fury pulled us to the edge
    telling me stories of Casanova
    ‘till I felt ‘twas I standing on the windows edge

My mind swam in our passion
    as she gave me this gift of life
    these joys of love that flowed so freely
    that I might later share them with a wife

I was but a boy with her that night
    who walked so tall and straight
    the memories of her loving touch
    are secrets shared, not even with my mate

But there are those times late at night
     when passions root grows forth as a mighty tree
    I smile, when I hear my wife whisper
       “Come hither, and turn for me!”

© 1998 C.E. Skilling

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