Saturday, May 22, 2010

The Voyage

Fingers wrapped in silk, my eyes drink you in
A vision from behind, like moonlight on the water.
Your curves call to me, like a sea yet traveled
Though I know these routes best of all.

Your warmth envelops me and the sound of you
Makes it hard to control myself, a ship with full sails.
Rocked back and forth on the waves of your passion,
I hold on tight and ride the tide, waiting for the break.

The storm ends and leaves me worn and weary,
For what man can truly tame this raging sea?


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