Unnamed

The poem is full of sensual language

This gift, this tendering of my soul
This softening of my skin, this giving of the whole.
This secretive sigh that carries away my control.
This loosening of the thighs, this swelling of my breath.
This body thirst, unquenchable heat, this demand for nothing less
This seeking surface, arching back, twining arms entreat, confess
This warming of the blood these grasping hands and seeking lips
This tidal rhythm, moon pulled, sun warmed and eager hips
This ache that surges water strong, pounding thru my fingertips
This beseeching desire, enfolding, ensnaring, all consuming need
This tension pulls me taut, humming nerves, breaking through and free
This wash of hunger flooding, flowing, cresting peak to its release
This shivering form, this sharp cry, this flushed skin, this taking you in
This deep sigh, this soft melt, this moist heat,
this slick salt sweat of love.
2006