If I could tell you about him

If I had the words to shout his praise

I should shout from roof tops

of how he makes me feel

Here I am barely stirring,

awaiting the sun

to birth the new day

Yet his touch is visceral

rising to the melody

playing between my thighs

eyes still pressed closed

Yet my lips are parted in wanton agony

a slow tantalizing whisper

back arching,

driving him deep inside

surrendering moans

begging him,

again and again

make me his fool

as his electrified tongue

dances making me sing

a new song each day

And then

Then he plunders my soul

With his majestic throbbing shaft

Reaching, touching me

in places my fingers can’t reach

The depth of joy

when he paints me with his seed

But words fail me

they simply do not exist

But my love and lust

are new each morning

~

Will he understand?

this poem written

with a humble heart

in which I have secretly

hidden his name

The one who

stole my heart.