A Good Friend

You are a good friend, and my gratitude
Is overflowing this fine afternoon
When you have generously shown the moon
To this skywatcher, at a latitude
Just in my line of sight. Your buttocks, nude,
White as fresh snowfall, were a lovely boon
For my attention, each a shining spoon,
A convex brightness. Lewd? No, never lewd!

I had been thinking of your heart, and lips,
But when I saw you reach downward, and bend,
I was entranced. I hoped it was the end,
The truth, the blinding light between your hips;
The graceful passage of your fingertips
Were my surest delight. Thank you, my friend.