Your touch overtakes my heart,
And I am instantly yours.
Your desire towards me
Overwhelms my senses, yet
I welcome its strong hand.
You never leave me empty,
But rather with gifts,
To remember you by.
As the afterglow begins to dwindle,
I begin to Un-wrap a healed relationship,
A new heart, a wealth of newfound wisdom.
Who can compare?
Who would settle for less,
Than what I have discovered in you?
Should this love be held secretly, in hushed whispers,
Shared only between my lips to yours,
Or could I shout it to the rooftops?
I will never be the young maiden,
Not ready for her lover.
I am a fruitful tree among this forest.
Your wine-covered lips have spoken beauty into my mouth.
You have made me beautiful,
And I wish only to bring you pleasure
This was a poem I had written several years ago to place at the beginning of a devotional I had self published on the Song of Solomon. I have just revised the book and I’m thinking of offering it on this blog (If I can figure out how to set it up.)