I love the sound
Of your voice
In the morning,
Rumbling softly
In my ear
As your hands
And lips
Seek out
My breasts,
My hips,
My secret places.
I love the way
You call me "Baby,"
As if I am the only one
To ever carry that name.
I love the feel
Of your hair-roughened skin
Against mine
As our bodies join
And we move together,
Eyes and souls open
To the fires
Burning
In one another's eyes;
And I love the way
You surrender yourself
So completely afterward
Within my loving arms.
It seems
I've waited a lifetime
To know this kind of
Fierce contentment,
This kind of--power,
The power that comes
From loving,
And being loved by,
A good and passionate
Man.