The Couch
By: Nash
A friend....& my first time
with soft pillows of lust
a source of my sublime
the encounters in life HERE
were the majority of mine
t'was a place of rest, relexation, serenity ..
of warmth with blankets and cold without
and sometimes my bed upon moments of disagreeing
or the run of my existence, when in high doubt
the spot of a man ..an easy rest so proud
a place of vision, learning from a set of light
staring into a box day in and out ..
and just for my consistant leisurely delight
weeping on an arm, sarrow of a lost loved one
comforted by the light touch of a cushioned being
my eyes water, and soak into a helping hand
and the temptations of my skin do their leaning
a place of lust, a heavenly touch ..
looking into eyes with more variety than a sea
positions that dare not prove TOO much
and end up being the deepest pleasures of me
A loved one.... my first hero
with hardships that avoid wrecks
a source of my horrid thoughts
the encounters in life HERE ..
.. remained the majority of mine