My Moran

His voice, a thousand feathers on a river.
His kisses, a hundred pink rose petals;
Falling into still waters.
His embrace, a waterfall’s wings.

His caresses, cause me to shiver,
His fingers make me tremble,
His touch, soft like any can be.
His swagger could put a soldier
To a contest.

That deep voice filters into my ears,
Like music.
Those earnest eyes see through me,
Meet my heart,
Give my legs a flee flow,
As I succumb to his arms.

He is my night, my prince
I’m his queen
His heart is mine, mine his
We belong together