In bed we play with words, as we are wont to do

He says warm,
wet,
voluptuous,
woman

I lick his shoulder, and add wanton,
willing,
wanting,

He runs fingers through my hair,
and adds
wonderful
wondrous

And I am enveloped
in warmth
overwhelming

and I know it is worth
the waiting
his voyage

though it may well be slow
and it may well be rough

his voyage
from pain
where he lived for so long

through the fear
through the fight
through the wind
through the rage

into my waters

to love.