This poem is called Her Hearts Voice Awakened

She listens from her heart…
comes forth desire
From the canvas of her life
His heart comes so alive…
An artistic brush of words
And from them she blushes
Within those words her unfolding
As a flower in the early afternoon
Springtime…as love converse in her
Secret mountain streams…blooming
With the coming of glory….
Bursting with the crash of heavens
Immediate thunder…each of loves
Lightning strikes, convey thoughtfulness
Her breath that was so elusive now
captured in a moment rare and tense
her petals bring temptation to his lips
inner pinkness becalms his breathing
he made mental suggestions,
she heard so well and undressed her
to the tune of Marvin Gaye in
the background, give me the night
and un-hesitantly laid her form into
the recliner, her cheeks blushed in
her red was she as he looked deeper in
her portal of wet sensitive softness
so willingly to unfold…she whispers
you can’t have it just yet…and his tongue
dives deep within her throat with deep
passionate kisses…she weakens, to lil
resistance as her mind shutters in submittance
she gives in to his offerings, releasing to him
all of her succulent nectar with each stroke of…
the night becomes love and sweat on a gentle breeze
unfelt troubles, satisfying her deep…his pulses of his
being beat anew, rekindling the pains that hurt so good
her breast heaving uncontrollably, her breath so sweet
and the stem of her flower tense, of her sweet flute
the moments lulls in the cortical of their craniums
while love unfolds passionate and silent, beseem him
became her welcomer, entwined in her, as her triumphal
wreath, where he has stimulated all her towns vibrations
amid the tremors, her realms aglow, her inner nation jubilant
the flower of her heart…hope in full bloom, each petal quivers
beneath each soft kiss, her thoughts and body amazed in
the communion of his nobler mind, unleashing her long
suppression, unwaning in her eyes, her look for glory to behold
in the last contractions of joys orphic song in passionate thought
to her own music, chanted their truth profound sweet continuous lay
they chased loves flower…making on their natural note
two wanderers hearts cast forth in the unimpaired of the hour