Giving In
I reach past defences thin,
Sense the tingle in your skin,
Beyond the hurricane within,
I touch, I feel, I taste your sin,
And let the fire storm begin.
Worries easily whispered down,
Tenderly kiss away fears frown,
In my caress your senses drown,
Resistance loss, my hard sort crown,
Intoxicating bliss your gown.
With soft breath your fate is sealed,
In abandonment you yield,
Releasing hold on final shield,
With gentle sound your loss revealed,
The battle won I take the field.
Climax calms, and I concede
Unsure now how I should proceed
My heart shouts out what is decreed
My want of you an endless need
Un-looked for love for you is freed
John Bastard
Sat 14th Mar 2015 22:41
I enjoy the four-line rhyming scheme in this.
The subject matter is giving me those warm soft-lit feelings.
thanks for writing.