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
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
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