Sunday, March 29, 2015

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

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