Present Needs

Make love to me, she smiles,
and press yourself within;
For I lie fallen on this bed
or where you'd take my body:
Its core alert, alive
to serving present needs;
Then, in another mood,
she will delight and roll,
seeking a new perspective,
so she'll reveal angles
to beguile the frost
from icy window panes;
Such is the warmth in her belly,
when kissed, it radiates
new hope that she will come
and come and come again;
Make love to me, she smiles
and serves all present needs.