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 comforting as a bed of roses.
Shared years have not our appetite whet.
Our longing grows, its growing yet.
Any day reducing me to bruised or confused
may nighttime heal sleeping skin wrapped with you.
Love and lust both flame your ardor to ignite
and claim me in sighed, surrendering cries.
Your calloused hands feel like alpha powered
paradise on my thighs and your kisses eroticize
all my layers. Everything delightfully spins
sideways and I wish to live there, inside that
haze. My senses shape as one same buzz
that pulsates with all I am made of until
my body sounds capitulation and I
sigh with adoration.
goood night, husband