He  slides tender
fingers tracing the
trunk of her spine

Leafy robes slip down
limbs bend sighing in
fragrant breeze's drift

Her skin is sylvan
each gesture dares
his every intention

She is pliant in his
palms, her arms are
branches open wide

Reposed inside her bole he  
feels her bend and sway
No storm can fell her.

Her roots spread deep
as deep as her love.

Tobias

I want
A love that feels
Of your touch,
No explanation needed
No words suffice
Because your heart
Folds within mine,
And flames
Embrace
And warmth
Is felt
Deep down,
Its beat
Draws
You near
To a space
Without fear