To wrap my little beating heart in folds of silk,
To listen as it strokes in soft falling snow
Rapping on the windowpane,
Bursting light into day
To press my pulsing lips in the mouth of desire,
To taste the salty pleasure, as our lips drench
Pressing on the walls; crumbling like sand,
Grit to travel across the seas.
To stroke my fingertips between the thigh and the hip,
To feel the sensations pulling and drawing me in,
Vibrations to shake the autumn leaves from the trees
To lay lightly at our feet.
To rest my pounding head, in the bend of your arm,
To feel the warmth of your being,
Sheltered in the hidden depths of your soul,
Sanctuary from the harshness of this world.