"The Wedding Night"
I take my bride's hand,
And for once she doesn't shiver at my touch,
My toes brush across the ocean floor,
This feeling is too much, and not enough.
All the years I was alone, thinking that forever was unbearable,
That I would always be damned,
But somehow my lamb found me,
And the shards of my granite heart became a whole.
She stares up at me now with love and trust,
Somehow believing I'll be strong enough,
That in my lust, my passion,
I won't break her.
I scoop her up into my arms easily,
Holding her snugly to my still-warm body,
We glide across the beach,
And in seconds I'm laying her down in our bed.
Our lips collide and my hands move over her body,
Brushing nimbly against her most sensitive places,
Her scent overwhelms me, her moans make me more eager,
Until I can't stand it, and I thrust inside of her.
It's more perfect than I ever could have imagined, this feeling,
I have to bite down hard into a pillow so I don't bite her.
This must be better than any brand of heroin and I can't help thinking,
If I knew about this absolute nirvana beforehand, I never would have waited.
