Sway me again in your arms,
So that I may know the surrender of my soul.
Sway me to the ancient rhythm of the drums of your ancestors.
The slow, steady rhythm of ocean waves, crashing against a moon lit shore,
Reflecting a beauty, none can comprehend.
Because you live, I have lived.
Because you breathe, I can exhale.
My exhale fills you with the effervescent bubbles of existence.
Our union, creation itself.
Fill me now with your seed and do not trust the promises of tomorrow.
Her cunning will lie to you and leave you shattered with disappointment.
Yet I will never fail you.
Never allow you to be unfulfilled at this present moment.
