I sing in drifts of silk
sliding rainbows gently
against the rub of muscle
and warmed hotness
pouring the melt so wet
in your lingering kiss.

Begging nothing,
I weep for the lathe
of soft sheath
pearled to wicked
by the stormy thunder
you echo thru my valleys.

Revered so,
I am hungered velvet
to your tongued verse,
a litany on which
you crave my depths;
revealed inspiration
for your dreams

Adored by each caress
fingered gently to fury,
ravenous hunger fed,
I quake with earth-tides
enraptured by your
soul-kiss