Souls of union

The feeling of your fingers
as they tantalize my skin,
are like the many butterflies
that I'm hiding deep within.

Your lips, as hot as embers
burn a river through my soul,
your female touch so hungry
connects with me to make me whole.

Your arms are like a fortress
that enclose my very heart,
and your skin is like a canvas
upon which I create my art.

The ride upon which you take me
every time that we make love,
is like a drug to which I'm addicted
and I can never get enough....