She calms me in a gentle way,
solely with her touch.
Keeping all my fears at bay,
relaxing me so much.
She is all I'll ever need,
nothing else does matter.
I stay afloat on my cloud 9,
while the whole worlds getting sadder.
I cannot explain the chills,
with all the words I try.
And suddenly erotic tears,
start falling from my eyes.
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/erotic-tears/
