Quiet Rapture



Lead me through the darkness
I beg your comfort
Anything of mine is yours
My mind, my body, my breath
Your eyes are so captivating
I submit to your rapture
And allow you to capture me
So easily -- too willingly

The night air is sticky
The sweat stings so sweetly
Drops clinging like dew glistening
Beneath the dim of nothing

We’re so close to everything
In our enveloping shadows
As if to hide our goings-on
Behind sheets of desire

All smoothing motions
And tantalizing touches
Waves through our veins
Like fire and ice sensations
Soothing each and every cell
Screaming from every pore
For more pleasure than
We’ve ever known before
Calling for the kiss
Of lust to melt us
From the pair that we are
To the one we become.



Don L. Waddell, 1997