Easy Love

You never thought you were easy to love.

But it is wondrously simple

When I feel your voice

Close upon my neck,

Every tone easing you deeper into me.

When I hear your heartbeat,

Mine vibrates in time with it.

When I see your eyes flare with desire

Amidst the timbre of our passion,

Or feel delicate skin inflame under my touch

Like smoldering embers again brought to life,

Rising flames from ashes.

When I smell your luscious wet

Spiciness blending with mine

And then taste you,

My mouth explodes in

Sensations phenomenal.

Then all becomes clear and present with me. . .

How can I love you this much?

Because you make it so easy.

 

Nancy M. Hill 6 April 2002

paganpoet@merlin.ebicom.net


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