Languishing, ardent desire isn’t a painful kind of suffering,
It’s fulfillment; the kind that worries lacking it.
Your voice…a deep bell struck under water causing small
ripples in my undertow.
It’s engorged life, fertile effulgent, flaming magma-like flow
Not too much! You’re perfect.
My sighing kisses embarrass for a moment while I check my breathing
It’s a strong, mutual heartbeat echoing through my body
And I believe I am undone…again.