The Devine Feeling

Tis' a thirst not quenched by the sweetest wine,
Tis' a hunger not met by meats or bread,
Tis' a thirst only quenched by your ever-flowing love,
Tis' a hunger only met by your ever-so tender touch,
For tis' you that I crave,
Something not found else where.

Your skin is softer, vibrant as the silks,
Your lips are blossoms from the stems of roses,
Your aroma is sweeter than rosemary,
Your kisses taste of the ripest honeydew,
For tis' you that I crave,
Something not found else where.

My eye lids are sewn shut by my eyelashes,
My fingers forge a path between yours,
My hands slip down to meet your palms with envy of the lips,
My heart watches in awe of what is to become of us,
For tis' you that I crave,
Something not found else where.

Our chests gently touch each other,
Our lips collide like the ocean's waves,
Our breaths now a symphony of sighs,
Our hands break free and search the body,
For tis' you that I crave,
something not found else where.

We begin with the ruffle of cloth and the buckle of metal,
we stare into the eyes, deeply, looking through the lover,
We feel a wave of heat between our bodies, the urge to be closer,
We smell the passion in which the air is too plentiful,
For tis' you that I crave,
Something not found else where.

The strong embrace,
The taste of love,
The sound of desire,
The warmth of affection,
For tis' you that I crave,
Something not found else where.

Tis' you and only you that I want,
Let the world know that tis' you,
May your beauty reign forever,
Never failing to shine above the stars,
For tis' you that I crave,
Something not found else where.