The Love Making
The Love Making
The melted breath upon your lips,
Slips down to my withering soul
And there I find a fierce river
Dancing in the joy of your touch.
flooded with your love, my love
There is a mystery that resides
beneath your sumptuous bosom,
as I slip onto the curves of ecstasy
I hear it screaming my name
As you climb upon the peak of love, my love.
Then we lock our singing eyes
And stare the heaven out of us,
Your eyelids fall slowly upon my gaze
Inviting me to push you to sleep
With a kiss of steamy love, my love.