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.