In From The Storm

Her body welcomes me to come in and be safe
a home that she gives to me and will never forsake,

I fall into her arms a shelter from the storm
like the wings of an angle that protect and keep warm,

Her eyes are like windows to her soul opened wide
and I'm lost in her depths and the beauty inside,

Her lips open up to me and invite me to drink deep
from the well of her love that flows from her heart's
strong beat,

Her hair is like silk that has been spun by a master
it falls all around me as my heart beats faster,

Her scent is all around me and intoxicates my mind
she gently leads me to bed as I stumble behind,

Lying down before me, the sweetest sacrifice
she bares her throat to me and offers her life,

Her breasts rise and fall promising sweet pleasure
a gift she offers to me, a treasure beyond measure,

A willing sacrifice she has given me her all
yet I stand on the precipice fearing the fall,

So still she waits for me, her patience will never die
for her storm weary man that still, can't decide.

 

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