I travel to thee to set me free,
My passions do arise,
Your ecstasies I do believe,
They are my favorite prize.
In tenderness I give my bliss,
While tears they may arise,
For loneliness is best expressed
With openness and sighs.
In muted glow we seek to know
New secret hidden gems,
With body play we feel our way
To rises, dips, and bends.
Oh healing touch there is so much
To mend, assuage, and save,
Expressed for thee so you might see
A side that’s not so brave.
When all alone I cry and moan,
I dream that you might save
An aching heart while we’re apart,
Your company I crave.
I hurry back to what it lacks,
Back to your waiting arms,
That healing space where pain’s erased
By freedom and your charms.
