Making Love

I make love to his wild hair

I bury my face in his mane 

I make love to his scent 

I rub my nose against his skin

I make love to his hands

Gently interlocking fingers 

I make love to his beard

Sniffing and caressing 

I make love to his soul

I welcome him into my heart

I make love to his light

I let it saturate my body

I make love to his eyes 

I dive into his tenderness 

I make love to his beauty 

His graceful warrior spirit 

I make love to him 

I let him see everything 

All he is engages me 

Love is made, not given 

A.M