It soothes me.
It excites me.
It clears my mind.
It makes my body soar.
It is my anchor ever more.
Our first meeting
A casual greeting
In a café at Waterloo
A casual ‘good girl’
Cause my nipples to pearl.
Our first night
I surrender without fight.
Staring into your eyes,
‘You’re mine’
Solid ground I cannot find.
Listening for hours
To your voice’s hypnotic powers.
Floating on your words
Unmindful of their meaning
Deep solace gleaning.
No words do we need
My tortured soul to feed.
They are superfluous.
When a simple roar
Can cause my soul to soar.
Your voice deep in the night
Comforting no matter my plight.
Wrapping about me
As surely as your strong arms
Makes me safe from all harms.