My Moon

Ocean deep eyes

Pulling the tides of my soul

Towards a magnetic embrace.

The yin to my yang,

She loves me with

Warm hands kindled by

A burning heart,

Each touch inspiring

Sparks of poetic desire.

Each kiss,

Requires angelic choirs.

She smells like

The Cascadian dawn.

A sauna of

Mystical flowers,

She empowers

My highest vibration.

Channeling waves of

Pure elation

Through divinely

curved manifestation.

Her breeze dances through

My grasping branches.

Cradling my advances,

In a templ of

Feminine enchantment.