To his tender kiss, I surrender
The delight of his touch incite a craving for more
He opened his soul as he explore, holding nothing back
I felt his unspoken thoughts as he caresses me
The touch of his warm lips, like a paint brush painting my body in passion
How beautiful I felt in arms.
His soul echoed what my heart has yearned for, oneness
As I fell asleep I can hear the softness of passion singing in the night and
It lingers in my dream, reminding me of what it felt like to be caress by the soul of a man.
Micheline Jean Louis
Painting by R.Young