Receptive Is Your Love

Soundly I was sleeping
Didn't even feel you come into bed.
The slunber waves of dreams were holding me
Through tiresome days of struggle and strife,
Everyday life many would say.

And then you began to touch me
Slowly and surely arousing my desire for you.
You were kissing me in all the right spots
Starting fires of passion, getting me ready
For the love you were pouring through and through.

As we made love, overlapping our lips
Our tongues sucked up every taste bud
Taking more and more in
In the midst of our lovemaking I softly ask you,
'Honey, do you know why I love you? '
You whispered a shy 'uh huh' to me.

And the rage of passionate fire swept through us
Incending us to a complete totalality
Of we what we felt satisfaction to be
Drenched we were with every ounce that pleasure brings
But one certainty surely was acclaimed, my darling...
Receptive is your love for me.

by Catherine Bishop

Comments (1)

Another lovely and passionate love poem well said.