With practiced hands
He molds my spine
Like an origami master
Of unique design
I yield to the feel
Of his talented touch
Blessed by this caress
I love so much
I shatter
Imploding
From the outside in
A deluge of love's debris
Floating tides within
Joyous - I swim the sweetest of seas
Buoyed by passion's ecstasy
Marilyn A. Hunte