Thoughts in Love

Your dark hands caress my pale flesh
And I think of black ink and a stark white page
Passionate words scribbled in a frantic rush
Seeking poetic rhythm with our muscles
Our movements complete the verse

You quietly whisper seductive things
And you think of tender love songs
Melodies filling our ears and fueling our ardor
Making us raise our voices together
Our hearts sing in harmony

You kiss me softly from head to toe
And I think of an old warm blanket
The quilt from my childhood bed
Covering me in contentedness
Our bodies comfort one another

You search my eyes for emotion
And you think of a bottomless well
Dark places lurking beneath the surface
Deep water both frightening and satiating
Our souls fall into the depths and drink

You take my hand in yours
And I think of a black and white photograph
Contrasting shades bring forth the artistic
From what would otherwise be a mere image
Our colors give life to the illustration

You graze my neck with your teeth
And you think of the lion on the savannah
Taking down the gazelle with a single bite
Quenching his bloodlust with her life force
Our efforts mimic their battle

You press your naked flesh against mine
And I think of a burning camp fire
Hot and bright against the surrounding darkness
Protecting us from the nighttime cold
Our heat drives us toward fusion

You push yourself into me
And you think of wintertime mittens
The sensation of being totally enveloped
By their softness and suppleness
Our union becomes complete

You thrust yourself as deeply as you can
And I think of a speeding train in a tunnel
A silly juvenile euphemism for the sex act
But one that seems strangely appropriate
Our joining grows fast and forceful

You empty yourself as I cry out
And you think of the a flood gate
Strong and unbreachable where it stands
Until the waters strengthen and flow over it
Our passion drenches us like a torrent