I love your hands on me.
Fingertips, making love to my skin.
Like the first raindrops loving the earth.
Soil, raising up towards the sky.
Moaning softly, in triumphant abandon.
I love your hair on me.
like soft iron on my hard heart.
How I lean towards your blade.
Giving in to your slow and steady pressing.
I love your eyes, on me.
Seeing me completely.
Gazing through my timeline.
Cooling your blood with my truth.
Drinking me in.
Your soul’s thirst erased.
Oh how I love your heart on; me.
Pumping my blood through my veins,
and life into every cell.
Your words on me, I love.
Images, flashing through me;
feeding me hopes and long lost dreams.
Filling me with sorrow and joy and laughter’s release.
Filling me with love for,
Filling my mind with dreams.
With legends old.
With deeds brave.
With metal forged
and stone carved
Oh, how I love your kisses on my skin,
slipping through my slumber
and sinking me deeper into;
Your voice and laughter pelting my soul,
like raindrops on rock.
Snowflakes drifting; down.
Ice, seeping and expanding within.
Cracking my shell.
Shattering my core.
Pieces of me scattered,
as if to sow me into the earth.
As if to reap me;
mowing me down and resowing the best of.
Slowly shaping me.
Softly transforming me.
Constantly bringing out my hidden hues;
bright in your wetness.
Beautiful beneath your gaze on;