Her

Her soul,
my wife.
Her heart,
my life.

Her skin,
so smooth.
like silk,
she moves.

In dreams,
we dance.
Her eyes,
I trance.

Her smile,
Her lips,
My hands,
Her hips.

Her scent,
Like flowers,
In fields,
For Hours.

Her hair,
I play.
The words,
We say.

Seduction
It pry's,
The bed,
She Lie's.

Her legs,
They glide.
Her feet,
My side.

Our lips,
They touch,
I grasp,
I crutch.

My lips,
they sweep.
Her legs,
So sweet.

My tongue,
It goes.
where juices
flows.

Her moan,
Her breath.
My mouth,
Her chest.

Her thighs,
They squeeze.
My waist,
With ease.

Our hands,
They lock.
Our bed,
we rock.

I stroke,
I thrust.
My body,
I bust.

Our souls,
connect.
Our flesh,
reflect,
The love we have for each other.


Copyright © 2005 Phillip Lanier