Making Love to You
Desire is thick and heavy
My skin drinks in your touch
To quench the longing-
…a sacred quest for
tantric fulfillment
I lay my head
On a pillow of clouds
As your fingertips explore my body
Like nomads
Penetrating a primeval forest
The room fills
With warm mossy smells
…an intoxicating fragrance
Of earth and sea
Fresh and moist as morning dew
I hear the rush of the wind
As you enter me
Liquid velvet
Crossing the threshold of a waterfall
Passion swells
Like distant rolling thunder
Or the frantic chanting
Of tribal monks
Eternity erupts
I close my eyes
And taste the moon