The Call
Mine is the rhythm
of your heart.
Mine is the grasp of
flesh to flesh, and
the pulse of hot of blood
in your veins.
Mine is the maddening thunder
in your groin, and the sweet
rolling sigh of your release.
Mine is the tangled,
salt-sweet sweat and
the clear, hot drip
between your legs.
Mine is the panted voiceless thanks,
Your smile of surrender,
Your awakened heart.
Mine is the wanting.
Mine is the waiting.
Mine is the watching.
Mine is the calling
come find me.