| The Giving Skin Sinking softly into you As green sheets hold your scent, Drowning deeply in your desire As parted lips let love ferment. Eyes that echo passion, Sighs that drive me deep. Sweat breaks the finished moment. And I watch you sleep. To descend the valley Where the honey is sweeter And climb the mountains To breathe in steady meter. To ask again how much you love, To hear again the soft reply. To brush the hair back from your face And hold you as we lie. Like a peach under my thumb Your skin gives way to me. Like forbidden fruit that tastes so sweet, Your beauty sets me free. |