Caress Me

You are not molten lava...

Or crimson passion,

You are not stormy nights,

Or modern fashion,

You do not pierce into me,

Like heavy metal,

But rather you touch me, 

With love's petals,

You're like the seas'

gentle trickle upon the sand,

Your whispers,

Like the breeze

Caressing the land,

Slowly and softly,

Possessing,

Like fingers running over hips,

Lips against lips,

Confessing,

Pull me in deeper,

Pull me in steeper,

to swim in your thoughts,

Ohh your words make me eager,

taste you again,

Oceans of emotions,

Feel you again,

My oblation of devotion..

You do not come like thunder,

And lightening,

But renewing like a drizzle,

Sunrise enlightening.

-C.M