Divinity



I want to feel your warmth beneath my fingers;
To slowly pleasure your pain away.
Your arching back, your curled toes,
Your closed-eyes sighs and sway,

Your tilting head that bares your neck
As such a tempting delicacy -
How I keep my waiting lips in check
Is an amazing mystery to me.

My hands are roaming magic on your skin;
My breath’s sweet heat at your nape.
Nothing else exists on Earth,
Just us and our timeless escape.

The sun, the moon, the sparkling stars
May be heavenly bodies to most,
But the only heavens familiar to us
Are the ones we feel when our bodies are close.



Don L. Waddell, 1997