His Alone

She is made of

all those little moments

where poetry resides

and where joy sits quietly

because her presence

is filling the space

Joy and peace have come

to make there abode

within that space

beneath her ribs

where love percolates

from deep

and dribbles with want

Her lace and satin

gather much

carrying the scent

of her pleasure

So she surrenders herself

into the hands

that give her what

she has always desired

and more

Hands that take

her to places

she only dreamed of

Hands that hold her down

yet make her soar

Hands that lead her down deep

yet bring the freedom

to be all she wanted

To be His

and His alone