Held To Her Breast

When my lover holds my gaze
with her sultry eyes,
I feel a summons to her ways as a welcomed prize.

When my lover holds my hope
on her change of heart,
I feel a summons to her scope as a welcomed part.

When my lover holds my tide
in her deep sea salt,
I feel a summons to her side as a welcomed halt.

When my lover holds my cease
by her kiss of death,
I feel a summons to her peace as a welcomed breath.

When my lover holds my lust
for her pleasure need,
I feel a summons to her must as a welcomed deed.

When my lover holds my head
to her zaftig breast,
I feel a summons to her bed as a welcomed guest.