The curvature of her enthrals me, ever
Calling me to her body, so still can she
be, motionless but underneath she is as
Irrational as any one could really be.

Her mood like everything can change,
She is impercive in her vocal structure
That I ride with every word, till I fall
Off the tip of her tongue.

I crash beneath her, but she lets go, letting
Me breath resting upon her.  I love to be
With her, she surrounds me, I feel her upon
My skin and relish her touch, we are one.