The Fabric Of Her

Adventurous and excitable,
Spontaneous and sweet;
So irresistibly desirable,
With a taste that can't be beat!

She's awesome and spectacular,
Not a phrase exists to describe her love;
Defying every vernacular,
A gracious gift from God above.

Her love, to me, so tender,
Serving as a sweet surrender;
Rose-colored memories are rendered,
By the fire's crackling embers.

Her touch, so gentle on my skin,
Lips pressed softly on my own,
Resounding ripples deep within,
Shake foundations laid in stone.

Like the freshest breath of air,
Her fragrance fills my lungs;
Of the ladder of her love,
I'm reaching for the rungs.

She's an aromatic molecule:
A special type of pheremone,
Secreted from her follicles,
Arousing my testosterone.

With an explosion of emotion,
Her fiery passion fills my skies,
Such dedication and devotion,
Tears of joy fall from my eyes.

So she surrounds me in a quilt,
Knit from the fibers of her soul;
This love that we have built,
Thread together as a whole.