Who Needs Another Love Song?

I could sing you the delta blues,

like I did once before

when I lay with you

on the warm green grass,

under the giant elms,

in the angry glare of the northern sun,

whispering quietly in your ears,

all the things I wished to do

alone with you, indoors

under the sheets

when the sun goes to sleep

and the cicadas start to sing

I could sing you the Chicago blues

With a voice like old leather

soaked in bourbon

Another heartbreak song

to say I want my lips

upon your breasts, my tongue

to taste your lips, to feel

with my palm, the small of your back

to bask in the sweet flavour of you

to delight in the private rhythm of

our love making

I could sing you the country blues

But who needs another love song

when you are with me?

When I can hold your body to mine,

feeding the amorous passions

that burn your deepest depths,

and turn your fair appearance

a violent crimson shade