The Tempest
The rolling waves of linen threads
and seas of pillows neath our heads
the currents left from toes gone curling
tide pools birthed from kisses, swirling
I am lost in your embrace
Your breaths as calm as cool sea air
the sandy softness of your hair
I open slow, as shy seashells
our laughter rings like buoy's bells
entranced by your handsome face
I moan to you my siren songs
a tempest's gales, in passion's throngs
lost within your sea blue eyes
that rival all the tropic's skies
your soft kiss leaves me no choice
And as this storm slowly subsides
my longing slows, my pulse abides
upon your shores I rest my head
inside your arms, curled in your bed
soothed by the lilt of your voice
Adding your comment:
I love your style in this poem, and the form you used. This was beautiful, and ridden with feeling. It's raw and gentle and I love the title. 
