Ms. Right

I found myself covered by her lips,

Given a little kiss,

Swallowed up in the bliss,

Ever present in her touch.

Strands of nerve endings,

Stretched out never ending,

The sweetest signals ever,

Together we have them sending.

Betwixt a little bumping,

Between our sets of hands,

Lifting me higher up,

Into pacified newer lands.

I begin to brace myself,

Anticipating every press,

From her skin to mine,

In this bliss I am blessed.

Our thoughts become,

Entwined together some,

Her touch is a caress of softer silk,

Than a silkworm has ever spun.

Free from needing/wanting bonds,

Fortified through being fond,

I am afloat amidst the pond,

That her love has flooded in.

Crashing through me in waves,

Even the leaves are chiming in,

I lay abreast from all the worries,

That bother other men.

Releasing the thoughts in bursts,

Just recording them with my hand,

Love gained at little cost,

Like I plucked it from the sand.