Intimate

Lips expressing as only they can
the joy and serenity in happiness,
Security and strength are our embrace.

An arched back,
subdued smile,
the faintest, gasping breath of a laugh...

Breath, breath, breath Love...
Beat, beat, beat Heart...

My hands,
My hands have become the extensions of my soul,
My lips and tongue likewise,

And all my soul wants...

is one more gasping breath...

for you, my Love.


Know me.

Cradled

Peace,
The very nature of rest,
Is strangely found in the bosom of love.

Surprise being the tool of this delight,
It dazzles he to whom it is given.

Life is quick,
But true passion,
Steady.

The purest passions being those that calm us most,
Moments of real love do not inspire us to action only,
But reflection and...

Peace.