Her Touch, Softer Than Billows

My tongue 
Desperately needs to caress your skin;
My fingers desire to dance atop ur surface 
As velvety billows bring with it
Rose scented precipitation.
My needs are simple. My needs are you
Affection being the only sustenance
That will water’s my soil;
Like the ocean cheek 
Perched upon the shore‘s shoulder 
Your embrace is needed more than wine;
Calming the tsunamis of anguish 
Bogarting their way through the sky.
Look past my broken regions
For they have no bearing towards 
My tenderness to you
I’m but a man
Yearning for comfort;
Sunrises and blossoming roses,
Simplistic creations born of oil and stone
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