He moves me like no other...
has.
From our first kiss - so delicate
and so timid... in a moment of weakness
it has surfaced and
grown into a night passion.
Now, we move together in a rhythum that
even some skilled lovers
can not obtain.
He is my release
He is my redemption
He is my inner strength
For he makes love to me wild
and
For he makes love to me soft
Playing against myself and my emotions
He is the counter force to my loneliness
And within those boundries
I am safe.
There is no heartache in my soul
when he is near me
when his arms are around me
when his kisses bring him closer.
He is that which I can not be
which I can not fully have
but which I desire above all.
He is my love and my heart.