Mentally yearning for tranquility... Reaching for my waist physically... Stuck between rock and hard place literally... Marble fireplace on one side the other my virility... Soft music and candle flicker lodged in her memory... Naked and confident ... As we touch gingerly ... One hand toward this lion skin throw which became our common place... Magic carpet that travel toward outer space... Her head on my shoulder... Nestled arms with hopes spiritually it draw us closer... Sitting on my lap ... Legs wrapped... Safe as child that nap... With whispers she began to divulge expressions of her passions... Her hate... Lifting us higher... The crackle of candle fire... Time displace... With only minds ... No other weights... It seems on my heart she signs... No reasons to wait... Oh thinning line of fate... Such fragile string we leap upon... Shake... And barley escape... Fall to perdition or float to paradise in goodness sake... Without the other for a blink of an eye take... God willing... Shes my next breath... All that I have left... Necessary sip... Beating in chest... Sacred rib... Reason to strive I confess... By my side ...Through the masses ...The middle divide ... Path angels provide... Blessed intervention... More than any other in past... No other worth mention... My extension... Hers in reciprocation... We still in lotus position... Hallowed meditation... My arms around her ... Thighs and legs her seat... Foundation... Conception... That causes her to be complete... Soft breezes push candle heat... Flames dance for attention... Then in the silence we wander ... Over me... And I under... Her position... Allow hands journey to mid spine... Push spirit of mine... Mold precious clay... Tilt and correct line... Her warm breath on my neck... Divine... Her kisses to my shoulder sublime... It seems our hearts having same time... Beat in cohesion... She my reason... My destiny... When I was alone and the angels testing me... In the dark ...Wiping tears ...Clutching broken heart... Relationships torn apart... Tattered soul needing spark... Flux of emotions that start ... Often ceased and left on cutting room floor... Walked away from ...Forever more... Toward open door... The bitter outside... Chilling winds as face I hide... Waters from eyes... Freed ... Floating ... Proceed to atmosphere ... Take to Angels... Call my lover near... Tell of my trouble here... Without her touch... Someone to converse... My innermost ... Unrehearsed... Stumbling over pronunciations... For witty reply ... Proclamations... The little one inside who often stay silent ...Runs and hides... Waiting on her innocence to play... My version of perfection before any thoughts of divestment and penetration... Alteration of night to day... Moonlight... Suns stay... Sheet intertwined ... Pillows on which we lay... Incense smoke that stray... Then from thoughts we awake... More than just physicals we stimulate... Mentally yearning for tranquility... My desires expounded... A new relationship founded... As she kiss my face ... Reached for my waist physically...
Posted on: Sat, 17 Jan 2015 04:54:32 +0000
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