To reach you

I wish to course from your chaste feet

Playing with the rhythm of your anklets

To touch you

I wish to melt on your curvy waist

Your navel clouding mine

To kiss you

I wish to grasp your neck

Till the ridges around your nipples

harden to my touch

To make you mine

I will only lie beside you

Feeling you

Your oceanic rage

Calmly.

©LR