Honesty and Love

Black night was haunted by mystic fog

but in the ancient cabin,
bold Honesty and his beautiful Love
hold hands spooning
on a thick fur rug
bodies exposed to the open fire
they melt into each other
like embers in a furnace.


The glorious rebirth
begins with a sensual caress
along the trembling edge of your neck
with the most tender hands
you have ever felt

The heat of our embrace
warps the air around us
as our wandering heads
lead our wavering lips