My hands trace the curves
Breast, waist, hips, thighs,
In a line of geography
Warmer than the nearby mountains.
And from where I lie now
Her nipples are the snow capped peaks.
I kiss them, marvel at the texture.
And the taste thats now familiar
Of a distant tropical land ,
A wild place that lovers know.
I turn to her eyes,
Dark wells of passion and warmth,
That sometimes burst into mirth,
And the smile that I'm learning to love.
And as my hand reaches
To the wetness between her legs,
I feel my own passion grow,
And I enter her and know I'm home.
Our bodies merge,
Time stands still --
And the only reality we know
Is us together,
Here
Now.
Breast, waist, hips, thighs,
In a line of geography
Warmer than the nearby mountains.
And from where I lie now
Her nipples are the snow capped peaks.
I kiss them, marvel at the texture.
And the taste thats now familiar
Of a distant tropical land ,
A wild place that lovers know.
I turn to her eyes,
Dark wells of passion and warmth,
That sometimes burst into mirth,
And the smile that I'm learning to love.
And as my hand reaches
To the wetness between her legs,
I feel my own passion grow,
And I enter her and know I'm home.
Our bodies merge,
Time stands still --
And the only reality we know
Is us together,
Here
Now.
