My tongue caresses your essence
my lips merge with the topology of your skin
my heart sings to the melody of your being
I know your love
but it is like
reading the words or
becoming the scene
I inhale you fragrance
though the nostrils of desire
the act is important
for me to provide assurance
it is a gift of our selves
in the mirror of society
a demand not of self
but the image of confidence
the closeness of the stones of the fortress we share
the bonding the union
I am overcome by the yearning
I anguish your absence or abstinence
I drown in a pool of disappointment