Your Love Poem by Raven Silver

It warms me, protects me and allows me to grow.
To be held and nourished in it's intoxicating glow.
I tremble and yern anticipating your every touch.
To feel your massive masculine hands hold me tightly against your chest.
My breath quickens as I quiver with excitement.
Deeply breathing in your musk as if it was an aphrodisiac.
It calms and excites me at the sametime.
One gentle brush of your hand can awaken my sexual beast hiding within.
A gentle calm comes over my heart; knowing I am truly home. ❤