Your lips smile

Soft

And you’re opening up from all the April showers.

May brought your touch

And my surrender to the divine –

The worship of you.

Love is a warship

A battle fought five too many times

And I’m tired under the oak tree now.

I rest and wait

And rest and wait

And deliverance came,

But was it a dream?

Your legs over me,

Lips and tits pressed into me,

When did I wake up (or will I)?

This pandemic hits hearts hardest,

And you can have my damaged heart for free,

Girl of my pandemic dreams.