My Lover
Blood hastens to my
mushroom tip
Everytime your tender
fingers slip and slide
over my skin
My endless frustration
with every tease and pull
Closing my eyes
trying to be patient
Your words of love
set the pace
with trembling speed
and unrelenting tension
Each kiss of your nails
sowing seeds of love
along the darkest
part of night
Your fire lips
so close to mine
a brush of velvet
a tease of rhythm
Iβm bucking hard
under your spell
breathy mewling
cries in your ears
Here I ache
in throbbing flames
Here where you
pour me into
the many shades
of my want and desire
I celebrate
and worship
your form
For when I love
itβs with every wild
unguarded beat of my heart


Your lover is a fortunate woman β‘