Floods of Joy

In our desperate dream I’ll find you,
Flushed and panting, wrists tied high,
Only you can choose to bind you,
I serve your whim, not you mine.

I will revel in your pleasure,
Demand nothing in return,
I’ll receive all you can offer,
Just to feel your passions burn.

But I reflect your heart’s desires,
In my eyes you’ll see them shine,
They’ll pierce you with your loins’ own fires,
Then will I trust you with mine.

Abandon laced with tenderness,
Urgent moans as clothes are shed,
We’ll surf the swells of lustfulness,
Bath to table, wall to bed.

Soft fingers slide from neck to breast,
Trace the script inked o’er your heart,
Circling from hips to downy nest,
Sensual thighs relax and part.

The strong tongue of a patient man,
Takes your breath from gasp to moan,
‘Til, knees drawn up, your trembling hand,
Grasps my length to guide me home.

Pulsing at your glist’ning entry,
Gliding arched past pleasure’s pearl,
Drawing back to tease you gently,
Driving home to rock your world.

Laid bare, engulfed by petals’ dew,
Accepted whole and ridden,
Swallowed, savored, deep inside you,
Not slowing until bidden.

In rhythm lost, engorged we ache,
Brought to the brink and over,
Until finally the dams all break,
In floods of joy, my lover!