A Taste Of Sweet Southern Heaven

Each morning, when I wake;

I turn to see his face;

Sometimes he is asleep;

Sometimes his love awakens me.

His touch, a fire in my soul;

His kiss, a longing I've never felt before;

His strength reaps excitement mixed with anxious need;

The look in his eyes seems a desire to feed.

Most days, my brain has too many tabs open there

And thoughts flood not just to paper, but everywhere;

One kiss from his tender lips sends all thoughts reeling

My brain shuts off; I become at ease and allow the feeling.

He sends shivers of ecstasy up and down my spine

I loose all track of space and time;

Each movement with desire at its peak;

I am without thought and unable to speak.

Feeling myself begging for more

I call his name and he answers to my core

Wave after wave my need floods in;

Wave after wave I forget my every sin.

When all is at rest and is calm;

I fall into slumber within the depths of his arms;

I drift into the world of dreams come true;

For my soul has finally found you.

With each moment of every day

A new surprise lays in wait;

Whether with a morning kiss and cup of coffee

Or flowers from him to only me.

I am intrigued, I am in awe, I am in loves deep plight;

I am entangled in his web both day and night;

His love for me seems his only weapon

Leaving me with this sweet taste of sweet Southern Heaven.