when she sits next to me
she absorbs me.
my thoughts, my intentions
flow toward her.
its neither a taking nor
a possession,
its a willingness to open up
and share with her,
to let everything out and
offer it to her
... beauty is the way she
accepts it
when I listen to her or read her
she has my attention.
her honesty is direct, straight
from her true heart.
she may waver or migrate from
this place to that,
but I wait and I listen and it all
comes together.
I respect her words as they
come, good or bad
... beauty is the way she
doesn't hide them
when I touch her or hold her
nothing else exists.
the directions of her body
become my pathways.
the slopes and curves, the
hards and softs of it
allure me, enthrall me, arouse
every sense of me.
I lick, I bite, I kiss, I caress,
I enter and release
... beauty is the way she
enjoys it
when she shows her love for me
I am joyously overwhelmed.
she has the ability to always be
in a giving state of mind,
to always be caring for me, to
always be concerned.
there is a surrounding warmth
that comes from her, an aura
so unique. I long to be within it.
there is love in this world, and
then there is her love
... beauty is the way she
expresses it
when I think about her I forget
about my past.
there is only this moment, the
immediate, the here and now.
I cherish every detail, every word,
every expression.
I align with her affection, her
playfulness, her composure.
I see ahead of us. I envision the
life we may become
... beauty is the way she will be
a part of it
(Image from frauantjes.tumblr.com)
No comments:
Post a Comment