port in the storm

tell me of your wants and needs
of all the things you crave
show me how to make them real
and your passion for me save

tell me you see more to me
than others dare to guess
the raw and open vestibules
my passions to confess

for whats within me aches to drink
of your fabled wine
to slowly drain the soft skin sack
and tend the growing vine

to hold my weight with in your palms
and define their silken form
to draw their peaks to the sky
with your moist and torrid storm

In my cove seek shelter
from the violent waves onset
anchor deep within me
and know you'll never forget