Remembering the Making of Our Love

To my one true love

It begins with two lovers, each entirely thrilled
     Caresses demanding and desperate, craving more
     Kisses warm and inviting, each stronger than before
A crescendo of lust intermingled with love starts to build

Clothes carelessly discarded, florescent lighting killed
     Teeth graze skin in a hazy pain and pleasure trend
     Pleas of helpless surrender beg you not to end
This delightful, exquisite torture that leaves me teasingly fulfilled

Silence now, exempt is panting, as you render my body stilled
     Poised open and hoping to be completed
     Till all our yearnings, fears, and needs are depleted
Oh my darling, God of Passion, your hands are so deliciously skilled

A vortex of submission and love inside my core begins to build
     The edges of our sight become a lace of gray
     Take me, claim me, oh make me yours I pray!
It ends as one sated set of souls, each in utter completeness filled