The Way You Make Me Feel

I hug you tight
when you come home from a trip.
I hug with all my might
as if you might slip.

You lift me into your large arms
and carry me into our room,
I forget all that alarms,
although it may lead to my doom.

I want nothing more than to feel
that burning, aching touch
and your love heal
all of my ailments so much!

Your heated breath consumes my soul.
I feel my heart pound faster;
Like water overflowing from a bowl,
you are my little Disaster.

I hug you tight; cling to you for life.
I feel your thrusts come faster;
Like veins under a knife,
you are my Master.

You kiss me passionately,
I give in weakly,
You caress me delicately,
I moan meekly.

I feel your heat consume me,
and I feel faint.
There is no other place I'd rather be;
you are my Saint.