Faces

In your arms is a warm haven,
A respite from the doldrums of everyday;
Excitement and contentment
Mingled in such an extraordinary way.

In your eyes, I see both contented love,
And passion  that explodes like volcanic fire;
Mirrors of the soul within you,
Soft and gentle, or burning with desire.

When we make love I feel your soul;
Your pounding, thrusting need impaling me,
Or the gentle mingling of our bodies;
Two becoming one in sweet ecstasy.

It is the paradoxical spirit of our love
That keeps it fresh, that makes it so supreme,
Forever growing, forever changing,
 Sharing with you an infinite, glorious dream.