I remember pouring my heart out in passion,
never ever in my life feeling such freedom
with love,
the notion to give,
a lust to take yet, not ignore,
bring pleasure to a quiet sweet journey
to be left sated,
to find center
over and over,
in spiraling form
seemed to go on forever,
wake and find eyes,
waiting,
always watching.
Throughout the night I would count
opening my eyes to hers,
and then making sure I could give the same
in return,
when she might,
her eyelids would let me in,
every sensual moment lived out in hours
her soul saying hello,
my heart left aglow.
Only one night,
would never return again
though thre could be no denial,
this moment
we chose freedom,
we knew love
the sun rose in spectacular fashion
smiles were our allowance.
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