Finding My Balance
Belittle me not the pains of indecision
While society speaks in pronounced dictum
Clever beyond a need for satisfaction
I sip the magic of mystique like smooth rum.
Indeed first glance might suggest furtive moment
Sweet nectar is desire to unfold in my wanton love
Oh, decry whom might rather we always lament
Her grace in passionate embrace real in eyes above.
Smooth lines will accentuate desires her harmony
Yet, so rare is an embodied afterthought intellect.
For while we scramble to understand scrutiny
I will with smile forever respect her sensual edict
Where love can answer life’s certain reason to be,
I choose tenderness in this reckoning our privacy.