The Power

Your hand is a brush that paints my heart with love.

Swept away
with the brush of your hand
Caught up in the rush
as you give me
what makes you a man
You enter my valley
feeling what's out of sight
but not out of reach
Leaving me reeling
to thrash on the beach
As waves crash on the shore
as I'm screaming for more
I feel the power of you
of all that you are
of all that you do
It's in your fingertips
as they stroke my back
It's on your lips
as your tongue makes a track
So soft & sensual
yet so penetrating
reaching to my very soul
You make first contact with my flesh
but it's to my heart you go.