When knowing her freedom
is resolute in quiet integrity
is definable in spontaneity
is wonderful to allow natural sigh
is forever intertwined in truth.
Though while allowance gave peace
he did respond to certainty
he would revel in her elegance
he might also known the truth, real,
is assurance human condition feels.
While life has simple turns and memory
his complication her beauty
the mystique when touch her cheek,
his lips, back of fingertip,
when eyes wet rest upon her soul ,,,
Will whisper now freedoms in simple love
We can decide what might be right
when coming to terms with who we are,
together in a moment, we know sweet
is the energy that triggers our soul.
When we’re apart we recall our eyes,
searching one another with a sure smile,
wondering if the other is as much in love,
as we know we are, the coo of a dove.
So, now we continue to share our lives,
with one another, this new chapter
contains pleasure and pomp and laughter,
for we are as close as the day we are after.
I wander, my mind, beyond the immediate
memory, to hold truth, love, will not deviate.
I do listen to notions,
in memory my life can travel with
a certain cadence,
skin soft sweet sensual,
while my mind imagines, playful
delicious, erotic, perhaps a mind-blowing
yet I can decide how intense the moment,
I might choose to delve further,
or sleep with the peace of novelty in mind.
I might sip my wine to taste the pleasure,
of his lips when engaged with my own,
while his hands become the linens
those luxuries that tease my legs, my naked breasts,
my chilled shoulders that dance to the breeze,
soft raindrops cool my quiet journey.
I sip my wine, and imagine more,
eyes flutter shut a moment, while I sense warmth,
a magic need to touch, or perhaps enhance,
with resolute will to simply allow the moment
to remain in my mind.
Mmm, as the rains play their music outside,
the breeze now swift allows the fabric caress nipples
that rise before my eyes … I could reach,
i could touch, I do smile,
and sip the last of my wine …
Laying on my bed
eyes see a ceiling
distracts notions fleeting
my mind is led
fingertips trail across my chest
soft tease that reminds me of that one time
when I was pleasuring myself lost in innocence
a parent walked in and changed my life.
No abuse, just fear
sexuality had invaded my mind.
Yet, at that moment I was only lost in the beautiful touch
that fingertips intertwined with aroused skin can send
vibrations through our bodies
to the core of our soul
that is nirvana …
I was already seeking.