He Feels Like.....

He Feels like the wind in my face
while my head is hanging out the window
courageously trying to inhale all of him-
forceful, yet teasingly and excitingly
taking my breath away....
He feels like that...
Like I inhale and he finishes my breath
exhaling...
He feels just that good,
like my 2nd skin,
I could caress and bathe in his sent
and lather up his passion in my towel,
then sqeeze him all over me again...
Yes,
he feels like that...
like worship in its purest form...
like a good key striked on the perfect note
organ grinds, tune held in place
until the pews climax with shreeks of joy
in the form of tears,
hands raised,
arms stretched out wide-wating to be rescued-
as if the Divine-self would come down
to craddle every soulish hurt away-
liberating,
peaceful, enticing....
he feels like that...
yes,
He feels that good!