Butterkist bliss

Underneath a dark canopy
In between those moments
Of butter-kissed thighs
And sighs.

We play to a sky
Packed with stars
A celestial audience.

And for those in-between-moments
I want only to want.
Not to kiss or touch
But to want and to want and to want so much.

And to know I soon will touch and kiss
Butterkist Bliss