His hands were rough
Grinding years of toil
Pairing the oxen
Tilling the soil
But inside his heart
His actions were tender
Sliding his bulging biceps
Round my waistline slender
He pulled me close
Feeling breath against my cheek
Words were inadequate
No reason to speak
Our lips clashed hot
A searing heat
My blouse fell off
Sliding to my feet
A compassionate lion
My hunger fully quenched
His shirt was torn and
Muscled chest was drenched
In aftermaths glow
I could hear his heart beat
Could this be heaven
Where love is complete