You, my love, receive me into your heart.
Let me live out my purpose in this life,
To give you such a love as you have never known.
Take this love, with its tender caresses
Wafting the spicy scent of oranges about us in the setting sun fire
As I trace the smoothness of virgin skin never before kissed.
Seize each moment of my passion for you, with its
Trembling echoes of unleashed want surrounded by
The soft strains of mourning doves perched in the groves beyond.
Capture my lips into yours, with their aching need
Revealed in the murmur that escapes into your waiting mouth.
I am here for you always to bring such a love to you
Where time knows no boundary, where your heart knows no want.
You, my love, gather me to your heart.
Accept this love sanctioned by the circle's keeper,
And allow me to live out my purpose.
Nancy M. Hill © 24 March 2002