Surrender me

surrender me then...
unto pocket
loving one
tussled enwrapped
our gaze
point and path
hands
wrap then grasp
welding arcs
my lovers breath
gasps
fleshing the feel glow
passion
pooling
parting rose
as ivory slips
curtains blow
the
clutching kiss
while moans
made of gold
intense
with our hips
sounding skied
heights
pulsing
waves
pound
and break
laid upon the beach
as we gaze deep
reaching
Everest
high peaks
mounted and adoring
the art
of our climb
the Hearts
of the brave
the calling
our rhyme