Today, I see more.
Whoever made you was a sensitive person.

The earth was breathing
The waves creating motion
Like a gently rocked child
Cradling a turquoise air
Can you create my eternity?

Even in our strong, youthful hands
When we hold them
Can feel the blood pumping

Within the organic nature of our touch
Your moves are methodical to my pleasure
Make my body erect
Aggressive, passionate, loud, past
A real performance