Thanking You

In thanking you for favours, rendered me
So gracefully, I do not mean to gloat.
I warned you I would fail to strike the note
Of tact and grace which comes so naturally
To you. I cautioned you that you would see
No reason to continue to devote
Yourself to me, blithely to bare your throat
To these bright fangs I wield inexpertly.

Your gentle touch awoke me, and I sprang
From bed to take you in my outstretched arms
And hold you tightly while the thunder rang,
Calling to us with all its wild alarms.
I was too tired to realize I sang
A song which praised to you another's charms.

Our Hearts Part 17