He is 
A reflection 
Of my love 
Molten 
Like lava 
Poured into a soul 
The touch of Gods 
Branded across his forehead 
A chosen one 
My savior 
With a body 
Molded and sculptured 
To perfection 
Stretching across my bed 
The moonlight playing with 
Every groove and muscle 
In search of my body 
In need of my touch

He is 
A warm mist 
Wrapping itself 
Around my lushness 
Over the curves of my hips 
The rise of my breasts 
The length of my neck 
The softness of my lips 
Delving into 
The deep open places 
I have kept 
Concealed 
For far too long 
Reshaping me 
From the inside out 
My body weeps 
With pleasure

He is 
Moving me in ways 
That leaves me 
Breathless 
Riding the crests of the sea 
Flowing in with force 
Receding with serenity 
My personal Tsunami 
A power of nature 
Breaking me in two 
Then mending me together again 
My body I do not recognize 
Without the friction of his skin 
Or the beating of his heart 
My time piece 
I am 
Oblivious to 
The rising of the moon 
The setting of the sun

He is 
Darkness 
Complex 
The experience of time 
Flows from him like poetry 
You must be still to comprehend 
Such strength of mind 
His words creep up 
The inside of my thighs 
Touching my core 
Creating new sounds and combinations 
Within me 
Writing our song 
Each note 
Shared with me 
As it rolls off his tongue

He is 
My every thing 
As I respond 
Here I am 
And his strong arms 
Pull me close 
Once again 
He whispers in my ear 
Mine 
And I answer 
Yes 
I am yours