Your  hands  can build  up
and tear  down  what  was
built  but  as these  hands
caress the contours of your
body,

desire  is  built  and  fear is
tore  down . It  is said  that
the  tongue  can  breed
division.   As  my  tongue
divides  you,  my  mind is
drawn  to  togetherness.

The taste of your acceptance
quenches a thirst only
known to solitary men.

Gentle   sighs   and  deep
moans  spark  a  hardened  
conviction  to  please you.  

Your physicality and sexuality
take me to heights beyond
measure, but as I drift back
to Earth and rest quietly in
your arms, it's the whispered
words of two souls speaking
that moves me.
                                                                                        Jon York   2019