QUIETLY I COME TO YOU

QUIETLY I COME TO YOU

Quietly I come to you, at the end of another day,
And feel your love engulf me in that old familiar way.

Like an ancient, favorite overcoat, you warm me to the core,
And light the flame of passion, keep it burning evermore.

Quietly I come to you and empty out my mind,
The cobwebs of my discontent, the rusty nails of time.

You comfort me like an easy chair, like a favorite reverie,
And rouse the embers to a blaze, ignite my fantasies.

Softly now you hold me, in the sway of loving hands,
And a bitter past soon stumbles upon the shifting sands.

I breathe in transformation, surrender to your will.
I could drink your love forever and never get my fill.

Softly now you take me, cool against the sheets,
Your kisses hot against my skin, I feel the rapture sweet.

Quietly I come to you, as quiet as a prayer,
Knowing your steadfastness like a fortress will be there.

Like a warm and downy blanket, I am calmed by your embrace.
Quietly I come to you and kiss your precious face.

-Bruce Potts
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