Those moments
when gasps accelerate
the notion of passion that
coveted imagination
allows the mind to travel
inside the fantasy
of sweet alluring desire,
the idea of release,
a wanton wish
to travel inside her world
while she might indeed wrap
her own lips around
his select posture,
the two then lost inside
one another,
gathering storm
whereby the reality of a certain
soul-framing outcome
would match the ache
our hearts feel
when alone.
~ just finding my way, a personal journey ~
