Noel K Fletcher

When he sees her ev’ry morn’,
in his heart is pushed a thorn.
Her deep brown eyes, her mouth, her hair.
He just can’t think that it is fair
that they can’t spend a little time
to see if things could work out fine.
To find a way to make her smile,
to talk, to laugh, to walk a while
through rain and sun and then before
a moment’s pass’d they’re at her door.
She asks him in, “something to drink?”
but they don’t even have to think
of their real reason to be there –
It’s in her eyes, her mouth, her hair.
He holds her closely to his chest…
And now, I think you know the rest!

Kissing her mouth, her neck, her cheek.
His breath is caught, he cannot speak
of how he feels – the world is fine;
He just wants to take her time
for an hour, a day, a night
and they both know it isn’t right
but life is short, they must defend
their right to live it to the end.
She puts his hand upon her breast
and wants him then to do the rest.
He feels her soft and warm but firm,
there are some things they need to learn
about each other’s hopes and fears
to stay away from doubts and tears.

She leads him to her place of sleep
He holds her close, He wants to weep
with pleasure as they hold so tight
and foster longings for the night
to never leave them, as they love
with warmth and depth, and ev’ry move
is touched with passion from the soul,
as they give and take the whole
of each other’s bodies fair –
Her lovely eyes, her mouth, her hair.

They chat, they laugh, they love again
and never more can they refrain
from thinking of the times they’d share
when she took him up the stair.
So when he sees her ev’ry morn’
no more now his heart is torn
as it is cushioned and entwined
within the memories of a friend
so dear to him, with beauty too.
A lovely girl – and she, is you.