What you do to me must be recorded,
Written in books, never to be forgotten.
The crimes you commit are wordless—
Unspoken pleasure carved into my soul.

Your thrusts, deliberate and powerful,
Are the only thing that makes my eyes well,
Blinding me with bliss, anchoring my world—
Nothing matters but this.

Immerse me, envelop me in your arms.
Drown me in the melody of your voice,
In the symphony of your brilliance and calm.
Tuck me away in the safety of your grasp,
For with you, I am home.