His touch warms my body,
the passion in his kiss releases all my fears,
His voice speaks to my soul
and puts me at ease.
I resist but only find that I must submit,
to the one who speaks to my soul,
hears my thoughts and caresses my heart.
I tell myself to resist,
but with in his touch I can only surrender,
my body, my heart and my soul.
I convince myself that I don't need him,
but I know that I belong to him,
I have no choice, am his, to leave would
to be lost.
For his touch warms me
his voice soothes me
and his kiss surrounds me.
I swim within his passion
and know this is where I belong.
