This is my love who yawns the quiet still of morning,
Who snuggles closely to my waking side,
Who ruggedly scents the tender chill of dawning
While stirring ‘neath the covers where we hide.

This is my love who softly coos his want of pleasure,
Who lingers in his touch on lusting skin,
Who deeply breathes his smiles in timeless leisure
While savouring this moment we are in.

This is my love whose eyes meet mine upon my waking,
Who melts me in the strength of his embrace,
Who sucks from me each breath that he is taking
As urgent longing throws us face to face.

This is my love whose thirsting, probing tongue delights me,
Whose hunger pants in every searing breath,
Whose swelling, throbbing, pumping heat excites me
And teases every curve of yearning flesh.

This is my love who rides the thunder he inspires,
Who sweats erotic moves between my thighs,
Who thrusts himself upon increased desires
And bursts in fluid flames as passions rise.

This is my love who gently pushes back the covers,
Whose gleaming eyes caress my heaving chest,
Secure that, being master of all lovers,
He owns the heart that pumps beneath my breast.


copyright (c) JMStevens, 2002