He strides toward me with an easy grace.
His body all golden, in the candle light.
His eyes hold love tinged with passion as his arms
reach to enfold me.
His touch is gentleness, blessed with strength, love
and death rest in the palm of his hand.
His hot breath escapes between his sharp white teeth
that bring only sweet nibbles to me.
He throws his head back as I hold him.
His neck gracefully arching his body the entire length
of it pressed into mine.
His desire in flames, my own and I lose touch of where
he begins and where he ends.
As he sweeps me up with the power his love.
He strides toward me with an easy grace.
His body all golden, in the candle light.
His eyes hold love tinged with passion
as his arms reach to enfold me.
His touch is gentleness, blessed with strength,
love and death rest in the palm of his hand.
His hot breath escapes between his sharp white teeth
that bring only sweet nibbles to me.
He throws his head back as I hold him.
His neck gracefully arching his body the entire
length of it pressed into mine.
His desire in flames, my own and I lose touch of
where He begins and where he ends.
As he sweeps me up with the power his love.
Author Unknown.
October 13, 1999
