I have written few poems of late. Falling Rocks was the latest and this came awhile before. Both are for my Lady. This is the nocturne, the kiss good night, the snuggle, the sigh, the whisper, Gracias mi diosa, this is the nuzzle against the still damp neck, the caress along the flank caress of hip, this is the wiggle off the wet spot. the whisper, Gracias mi diosa this is the endless inhalation, a woman's scent, this is a waning moon, the breast within the palm, a hand held hand This is the whisper, Tighter. This is the nocturne, the kiss good night, the sigh, the scent of hair the tangled hair. This is the tangle and the tangle of the legs and the hand that slips behind the back, below the hips, the gentle squeeze this is the inhalation, this is the giggle, this is the I love you said twice at once and said again. this is the whispered thank you this is the sheet pulled shoulder high the almost unheard murmur this is a whispered kiss along the spine, a kiss, a bite to the hand held hand and the breast again against the palm the sigh, the inhalation. This is the nocturne, the kiss good night.