Nothing Else Matters
In your arms i drift away, the meeting of mind, body and spirits play, in waters deep of sheets of linen, there is no end and no beginning. Skin on skin and silkiness to touch, i love to linger and hold you much.
In your arms, come to me my love, your force, your strength and yet, gentleness of a dove. Closer, deeper craving the lovers tryst, the energy floats, like static mist.
Bodies collides, waves break upon the shore, the ecstatic joy, rhythm dances once more. So powerful my lovers touch. It consumes all, that heady rush. For you, i hunger and i need, i welcome you my beautiful steed. Writhing now in unison, the mating dance, the rattle the hum.
Feats of strength and gentleness proceed, always thoughtful of my need. Entwined like serpents on a sunny day, the lovers come out on the rocks to play. Bands of color and energy flows, the crescendo now our bodies glow. Waves crash now upon my shores. I am woman hear me roar.
Gentle now my beautiful lover, the depths of his soul i wish to discover. No fairer face has ever set such beauty before me, his eyes speak volumes, and loveliness i see. My beautiful steed, my noble soul, with you i dwell, we are but whole.
By
Penelope Leyson Young
