Lover

My kisses will begin soft,

Loving,

And will grow hungry,

Lusty, and wild:



I want to make you quiver,
To feel you writhe;
I want to flood your senses
With untold pleasures.

I long to exhilarate your soul,
And see your body blissfully exhausted;

Every motion, explicit;
Every desire, realized;
Every sense thoroughly satisfied:
Crowning you
With every good and pure pleasure.

I wish to feel you
Breathing deep in utter elation,
Body yet trembling
From a singular evening of enchantment.



The sweat of ecstasy cooling on you
As you curl up in my arms, shivering,
To safely rest in true contentedness,

And sleep;
Sleep long and peacefully,
Even as dawn passes;

And we shall wake
Together.