Breathe into me, babe.
As I enter you from below.
Through your tasty wetness,
and up into the contours of your heart.
Wrap your arms around me.
One across my shoulders,
a hand on the back of my head,
hold still, and feel.
Feel my breath upon your ear,
the weight of my torso pressing against yours.
The heat between our bellies,
the cooling of our sweat.
The clasping of our hands,
and the touches of our feet.
Breathe into me, babe.
As I press myself even further.
Deeply penetrating your essence,
pouring inside all the forces of the universe.
Throw your head back and moan like you do,
sing your cry out to the heavens and stars.
Do not fear to tremble at our power,
let it shiver you to the depths of your soul.
Accept the teachings of my eyes,
allow them to penetrate you also.
Surrender to the dance of Creation,
and melt within my embrace.
Let us be like two serpents entwined,
writhing together in ecstasy.
Or as the artist becoming one with the art,
the sculpturer living inside the clay.
Breathe into me, babe.
Breathe.
Only from our hearts can we touch the sky.
It is yours if you give it.
