• Melding

    The soft whisper and gentle touch
    Does not move me near as much
    As the full blown power of our kiss.
    It swallows up your heated moan
    And tasting so sets the tone
    For everything that is yet to come.

    If I were to somehow get much closer,
    I would have to crawl inside of your skin.

    Lost somewhere deep inside of you,
    Buried in a glowing hue,
    Love, like a restless stream, transports me.
    The road of life has stones and ruts,
    Certainly its share of buts,
    Love unconquered is surely enough.