Passionate Touch
For Timothy Lee
I often lose my composure watching you near
for love as a muse stays our passion infused.
My insides ignite, deliciously alive
within sparks your persona designs.
Years of making love have not dimmed
the passion between our her and him!
Each day clarifies we made right choices.
We've bled from our share of thorns, but
being in your arms, more often than not,
is as a comfort bed of silky, thornless roses.
Shared years have not our appetite whet.
Our mutual longing grows stronger yet.
Any day reducing me to bruised or confused
may nighttime heal sleeping wrapped with you.
Love and lust both flame your ardor to ignite
and claim me in sighed, surrendering cries.
Your calloused hands are alpha paradise
on my thighs, your lips tantalize my layers.
Both my skin and mind intoxicatingly spin
making every care disappear somewhere.
My senses mesh elations while flesh bound
'til our capitulation and adoration sound.
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