The depth
of your passion
the soft
inviting touch
of all your lips
which engulfed me
with such willingness
flexed
with wanting
drowning me
in unfathomable
wetness
so united
we could not separate
our smells
This memory
which I call home
is so strong
beckoning me
with your siren’s song
while I sit out at sea
yearning to find
your safe harbor once more
How I long
to nestle along
your warming shore
You were most generous
I kissed you
with the passion
of a wild man
deprived of such
abundance
for so long
but still aware
of all
that is possible
How I undid you
and how you allowed yourself
to be undone
the spreading
of your desire
and all the succulence
it brought forth
I embraced your
teeming shore
as you sheltered me
once more
surrounding me
securing me
again
within you
Through all the tranquility
of time and space
there is
my addiction
just to see
your face
I am so lost
in every place
without you
Show me where to come
Once again
I wish to enter
your luscious harbor
the receptiveness
of your lips
and my need
for repeated sips
of the elixir
to heal
my arid void
within
Flood me
with your warming spring
refreshing this
thirsty being
your legend
that I now
must sing
for all eternity
The other
who makes me whole
as if we were
but just one soul
a sea so still
begins to roll
a tidal wave
is rising
pushing me
to your waiting arms
And as I slip
into your port
so deep
I’ll moor
securely
You will hold me
fast and safe
and dispel
my fears and wanting
I will be
at rest
finally
at rest
once more
a welcomed rest
with you
whom I call
home
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