Caress

10/02/99

Caress my skin-
You make my soul quiver,
feel my sin flow like an endless river.

With your mouth you tease and coax,
filling me with soft stimulating strokes;
my body begins to shake and shiver
as my mind fills with fever.

Caress my skin-
you make my soul quiver,
feel my sin flow like an endless river.

Our bodies rise with our breaths,
and then fall again from upon their crests;
with each crashing wave my soul's delivered,
baptized each time you enter.