How can I not be your lover?
I have held you so many times in the dark,
And kissed your lips and tasted your anticipation.
I have reached for your mind and heard you sigh,
I have reached for your soul and touched your satisfaction.
I have filled you endlessly in the nights,
Without your eyes to light my passage,
Without your arms to guide me,
Without your voice to whisper ways to the edge of rapture.
Not your lover?
Oh God, the places I have taken you in the recesses of my mind are not speakable without the shroud of love to hide my shameless ecstasy.
Not your lover?
I offer myself with crazed delight,
To your altar, knowing I will be burned in furious passion,
And am left weak and willing and wondering
If I can fill the deep hungry places in you.
But I go without pause,
Simply because it is with you.