Lay your head upon my breast,
as my lips caress your hair;
Of burnished copper strands aglow,
which prompt my eyes to stare.

This taste of honey wet and sweet,
reveals the pure sensation;
of pleasures bound between our souls,
with heartfelt revelations.

Entwined in passion's wild embrace,
our bodies move in time;
To music that is ours alone,
with reason to its rhyme.

I always knew you'd follow me,
with pleasurable intervention;
And feel the tears that reconcile,
our worlds from past contention.