soothe the ache that gnaws at me wrap me warm in that tender place tame the beast that howls inside bond close to you by healing grace whole and smiling I'm alive again sweet surrender to my lover's call she stops my endless litany of doubt her nimble tongue pushed deep warmly filling up my hungry mouth while fingers soft, stroke my loins rising ready to meet our needs sweet surrender to hunger's call silken flesh slides lithely over me quiet strength that in love's service she pins me gasping to our bed legs round my head, she rocks till we tumble locked together sweet surrender to passion's call
W. I. Boucher February 9, 2000