She Said to Solomon

lover,
so close i'd call you father, brother,
brother it's no bother
don't hesitate to come to me
as day follows the morrow
so when you leave i am left all hollow
the space between these young thighs
sighs for the memory of you
longs to encompass you
i am all like your private house
the door wide open
waiting for you come inside me
and this room at evening
under the white blue moon
is just too big, this bed too empty
unless you come and fill it.
your scent is better that the musk of perfume
your scent is better than the heated garden in late June
your body,
over me
is my delight