My God.

Your hands...
Your hands are like
Beams of light through
A cold and starry space.

Your arms...
Your arms are a delicious secret,
Meant only,
Built only,
For me.

Your shoulders...
Dear God, your shoulders
Are like those of Atlas
But the only world you hold
Is my own.

Oh, Lover...
How I crave your embrace!
Your hand on my back,
The fire
Between your legs
Igniting
One of my own.

But...
Your mouth, my love,
Is the greatest of them all.
The wide expanse
Of your lips

Taking up
My every inch.
Making me whole.
Making me my own.