My Sweet Love

BY CAROLE NICHOLS


My love surrounds me with the sweetest feel,
He lets me drink from his passion's cup;
Deep I drink for I ever thirst,
On the fruit of his love, he lets me sup.

Like feathers falling all around,
He brushes my skin with gentle lips;
I ache in the places that they touch,
He spins me round with his fingertips.

He's a fire in the midst of cool waters,
A delightful contradiction, wonderfully real;
I want him to burn me clear to my soul,
Then flow around me so the wetness I feel.

As I fill myself with his generous love,
Deep in his eyes I see hidden flame;
I'm awed and honored by the gift he brings,
Never again will I be the same.

I will cherish him, and let him know,
Just how much he means to me.
I'm chained in his arms by his sweet love;
I don't think I ever want to be free.