Your eyes reach within my heart and soul.
They hold the wisdom of the universe; they reach to me, calling me to you.
How can I tell you that my heart sings, when your hand reaches to touch me?
You hands bring my body to life with fire and need, longing always for your touch.
They draw from me the very essence of who and what I am.
How can I tell you what I feel, when your voice calls to me, my soul alights.
You hold me like a precious flower, fragile at your mercy as I wait for your caress.
Without any thought, all the barriers I have built shatter to the breeze.
How can I tell you, with the touch of your lips my hunger grows and my body opens.
You call my name and my body and soul sinks deeply to full submission.
I long for the kiss that unleashes the heart of this slave.
How can I show you what it means, to be lost for so long and now know where I belong.
You hold me in your embrace and I am given a home.
The touch of your hand is the very reason for my existence.
How can I tell you I can not get enough, a heart that wants, that yearns, that�s body aches.
You call and my body yearns to be in your presence.
Because of you, my life will never be the same.
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