My Port In A Storm

I like it when you down-tools and kiss me when you gaze at me, eyes caramelised. Sending shivers down my spine out to sea where you, rescue me, before-I'm-capsized. I like it when your arms sweetly enfold like an all-encompassing harbour wall says-to-the outside no more storms assault he is in my keeping, part of my shore. I claim him not-as-some sort of bounty, but as-a-lover richly-well deserved and, I would remunerate-conversely, internally, I love her still unreserved. It is with all my heart I stir this course buoyed by her raft of open honesty, as seen in her eyes and quiet discourse spoken gentler than most words orally.