Here's a love, love stuff.
It's called "The Cave."
Leaning over me, her hair makes a cave around her face.
A darkness, where her eyes are barely seen.
She tells me she has a cat.
She says she hates me because I make her show her pleasure.
She makes a cat-hate sound.
And then ever so tenderly, hands under my head,
raises my mouth into the dark cave of her love.