The salt of your skin is like a savory dish to me.
I go deeper into you inner soul to see your smile.
Your hair, your skin, your eyes that lure me deeper,
are what has so entranced me to your heated trap.
I can hear your heart beat loudly like some African
tribal sound, calling me to deliver my soul unto you.
Afraid, yet limp in mind and body, wanting to go
ever deeper, deeper, deeper. You give what you
get,and I cling like some lost and frightened  child,
but full of hope that you will love me, too. I sense
the darkened room has taken on a life of its own.
Our sheets are damp like after a downpour in
a tropical forest, and I feel bewitched as you dig your
nails stronger, stronger, and stronger. I must have
you now as if my life depends upon it. You smile and
scream into  my ear an eternal primal mating call,
and I am so defenseless.