Rising Tide Poem by Adryan Barnathan

....softly, slowly~
I awaken your senses
and you become attentive
to my motions...
I am worshiping 'you'
with engaging rythm
and sensitive licks
that build and grow
and softly ebb
on a cloud of bliss~
going down into this world
of estacy with you
relaxed and at ease
safe and warm~
so deep, my throat takes you to grace~
so responsive, I welcome you
and try to free you inside~
savouring every irrepressible moment
of estacic joy...
together, there is a flow~
I hold the beautiful
and revere what is so sweet~
waking me, I swell in you
and take in all that I can give...
what I love giving,
taking you, ever so deep into pleasure~
until your love potion
fills me with your fire of love~
you touch my soul...
this air swirls for both of us~
the words 'I love you'
do not suffice...
they seem so small~
and in your laughter, we embrace the joy
where sleep comes so well
and the air does not give
more to one, than the other.