No Tender Mercies
I feel your presence in myriad shards of passion.
Shine sweet soul for I see my want mirrored in your deepest orbs.
Feel the fiery depths invading your primal core.
Show me your world in one sweet glance and taste nirvana’s gates,
For we craft eternity’s bliss with the touch of lips and hands alight.
The time of silk and honey holds court as passion reigns inside thee.
Let tender musing wait for I feel the wolf invade me with carnivorous intent.
Gasp the wordless supplication as the veil is ripped from thee.
My hunger consumes your every thought in our timeless waltz of desire.
A fevered touch feels trembling auras of anticipation in flexed embrace,
A fulfillment in divine unity is sweet tandem release,
As I feed again and again in your swooning receipt,
Indelible script is forged on our heart and soul as we make the world our own.
© 2016 Michael James Garland
(c) image 2016 Michael Garland
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