Passionate Request

The wait of an eternity until the sound of your voice.
So much brighter is the room for the sparkle in your eye.
My body's heat rises under your hand's caress.
At the touch of your lips I become more than I was.

Melting to become clay taking shape from your design.
Free flowing movement to please and be pleased.
Constant becomes the ache only you may ease.
To look at me is to know that I am yours.

I am a vessel created to be filled.
I an an instrument waiting to be played.
I am a flower opening into bloom.
I am a sun producing heat to burn you.

Touch me and be touched as the world stands still.
Surround yourself within me and together we may soar.
Talk to me and listen as we are igniting a flame.
Surrender as orgasm consumes our souls.

So much of a dance where we both lead and follow.
Give all of yourself or regret leaves you hollow.
Please make love to me.
The time is at hand.

The miracle lies not only in the amount of times I can feel this way, but
also in the moments without time I receive as an answer. Share with me.