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C.E. Skilling

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!”