There is a place where rivers flow,
My fertile chest, her flowers grow.
The taste of honey, sweet romance;
Carving valleys, our bodies dance.
Her winding streams across my skin,
My thirst is gone, feel love begin.
Shape my flesh with mighty rivers,
Steal my soul with sinful shivers.
She washed my soul between her hips,
Like pebbled rivers, lie my lips.
The rushing floods and warmth pour out;
Dissolving fear, eroding doubt.
Across these bones your rivers pour,
Change my landscape, make it yours.
Fill my lungs and take my breath,
Drown me in rivers, blissful death.
