My Love

She stands beyond my shadow, smothering me with her overwhelming passion.
I quiver with subtle stir by those eyes of passionate beauty.
I close my eyes as she reaches for my cheek, overwhelming my temple with climactic sensual vigor.
Sweat begins running down my brow as she teases my lips with hers.
Such sweet serenity flows through me as she caresses my wet skin, her touch so vividly desired.
If only she knew the love I feel for her, love equivalent to that of ten thousand men.
My chest pulsates intently just by the thought of her elegant beauty.
Her presence brings peace to my tempestuous realities.
Her feminine maternal instincts,they comfort me. Her devotional love has conquered my faithless nature and has made me an unfeigned man of God.
Michael A. Wiggs