Pear

The yearning learned unstopped,
like rain sulking my bitter eyes,
I wish for her to be next to me.
I reach and reach,
to touch her soft, laden skin.
Like whispers she speaks to me,
her words with fingers,
wrapping aroung my heart
everytime.
I touch her.
Her sweet lips come together to wilt my pain,
and wound my will.
Deafening my ears to only hear her words,
she cradles me with every move,
and holds with every kiss.
The Love,
Her Love,
Our Love,
drips from mine eyes,
and pours from her heart.
elusive is her way,
inviting is her smile.
Like a sonnet,
her pear sweet lips wisp me off my feet.
Indiscreet with tears, I let her grope my soul.
Reaching far within my depths,
she fills my empty null,
completing me,
completely.