I write poetry, and Im trying to write prose but it doesnt seem to fit me well....ah life is nothing without a challenge! Unnamed This gift, this tendering of my soulThis softening of my skin, this giving of the whole.This secretive sigh that carries away my control.This loosening of the thighs, this swelling of my breath.This body thirst, unquenchable heat, this demand for nothing lessThis seeking surface, arching back, twining arms entreat, confessThis warming of the blood these grasping hands and seeking lipsThis tidal rhythm, moon pulled, sun warmed and eager hipsThis ache that surges water strong, pounding thru my fingertips This beseeching desire, enfolding, ensnaring, all consuming need This tension pulls me taut, humming nerves, breaking through and freeThis wash of hunger flooding, flowing, cresting peak to its release This shivering form, this sharp cry, this flushed skin, this taking you inThis deep sigh, this soft melt, this moist heat, this slick salt sweat of love.