Wow

Household; conviction.
Strong arms; protection.
Love and scorching affection
Burning without sensible diction.

Velvet lips, masking me,
Blanketing me from cold.
Lying on my back, I see
You, to whom I am sold.
Through my heart you have strolled,
So viciously precarious
And pastly, terribly nefarious.
But your passion rang through,
All I feel is you,
Running your hands along,
They touch wherever,
And specified inhabiting prolongs
Still you have fascinating endeavor.

Now I fall into you, lying
Beneath you wrapped in cool heat.
Love penetrates, now flying,
Never to become old or obsolete.
Drowned in love, we arise
To the sky, in fluffy clouds.
When finally I open my eyes.
All you can say, is "Wow."