Hesitant tothe last
You guide me with patience
Unlocking the secrets of your passion
Turning awkward gropes
Into subtle strokes
Surely legions are more deserving than I
But none so beholden in gratitude
The charity of your patience surrounds me
No words are spoken
Your softness turns lust to intimacy
Sustaining my release
Then in perfect union
A crescendo, exploding within
Again and again
Until all becomes calmed
Quietly embracing the moment
Safe in each other’s arms
No longer strangers to this dance
Perfection at last
copyright – Michael R. Wood - 2003
Wow....Very sensual indeed...
Beautiful..
Trixie :)
Reindeer
Michael, the first line doesn't quite make sense, as if there is a word missing? The second line...should 'patients' be spelled 'patience'?