The way you love me is as natural to me as the symphony of my heartbeat.

As effortless as the ease with which your breath lulls me to sleep.

Passionate as the tempestuous tropical breeze,

your touch alone is enough to bring me crashing down to my knees

like the hungry oceans water shores playfully with samples of their seas.

I am always satisfied although my greed begs for you to return to me.

As natural as the birds and the bees, without your pollen my world would appear diseased.

Flowers bloom testament to your love's effects

as I can simply close my eyes and envision your fingers caressing my neck.

More natural than the oxygen we inhale from trees,

you take me back to the land before time when all was sweet.

Dehydrated in your absence, only your return can slake my thirst.

Your love is more natural to me than the sun rising in the east,

I can feel the sweet taboo of its heat

and I just want to burn from you in the west

until you set inside my arms, making our day complete.

As natural as the majestic mountain ranges spread throughout the Earth,

your love is strong enough to add value to my worth.

You are my rock, though you believe you are much too soft.

The only support I crave is from your hands entwined with mine

and from the feel of your lips pressed against my own.

Only more natural than our love is the insurmountable bliss

that is unleashed when you electrify me with the bliss

that resides within your perfect kiss.