the making of we

As I lay here before you
I realize that you are what I desire.
Come...come,
I am waiting for you.
Come and make love to me.
To the whole of me.
Tease my mind with a sweet melody of metaphoric phrases.
Allow my soul to feed on your essence, so that I might be made full.
Tenderly caress my spirit and we can experience the wisdom of the ages together.
Allow me to touch you in places that until now, have been your secret.
Grant me permission to taste your body, so that I may know you.
Set aside all of your fears and I will explore you without restraint.
Give up your mysteries to me
and
I will make the kind of love to you
that will set you free.