Her energy is amorously wavering
and clad in frail courage
She is bent over me
as I lay waking in the moonless warm night
I am returning through
the confused gateway of the dreamworld
where visions of another world seize
my mind with addlings
of nonsense and responsibility.
My eyes open to
skin gleaming
in the perfect starlight
and flowing hair
framing soft cheeks
and crystalline eyes
She is slowly and carefully drawing her hand across my ear
gliding through the wheat fields like a whispering wind
she grasps firmly the nape of my neck with a timid hand
Yet...
within it,
a guiding intention
I dare not effect.
She lowers her head to nuzzle her nose against mine
her hair veils us both in a canopy of golden strands
as she moves ever closer to
the portal of my breath
the sinuous treasures
tickle my neck and cheek
sublime and demure, her lips slide across mine
a momentary grace before the hesitation
pulls her back
inches from my face
I feel the cool wind of her life draw in
the fluttering I feel
is the gentle quaking of her lips
we dance
as our lips explore
the fragile mirror in the other.
Our breath escapes from the corners
where we have yet to embrace one another
as time stretches, so too the space between
what was inches feels like miles
as the ocean of energy ebbs and pulls within
with an effort that is palpable
she dives deep into the dark cove of my mouth
lips, firm and bubbly, greet a mouth inviting
tongues crash, thick and moist
all her nervous hesitation vanishes in an instant
like an explosion of Monarch butterflies... She is
All passion and delight,
I feel her unspoken love behind all her longing and affection.
her kiss is home to me
her lips are the smooth marble floor
that dissolves in to a bed of plummage where I lay my soul to rest.
It is my being, simple and supple, that transforms them to
naught but softness.
so magnificent, that first kiss
so fleeting her bouncing firm-smooth lips
I doubt I will ever feel anything as vibrantly
unique in this world.
The threshold of our home has been crossed
what was hard and piqued with anticipation
is now soft forevermore
i will never forget that alabaster kiss.
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 4:41 AM UTC
Her energy is amorously wavering
and clad in frail courage
She is bent over me
as I lay waking in the moonless warm night
I am returning through
the confused gateway of the dreamworld
where visions of another world seize
my mind with addlings
of nonsense and responsibility.
My eyes open to
skin gleaming
in the perfect starlight
and flowing hair
framing soft cheeks
and crystalline eyes
She is slowly and carefully drawing her hand across my ear
gliding through the wheat fields like a whispering wind
she grasps firmly the nape of my neck with a timid hand
Yet...
within it,
a guiding intention
I dare not effect.
She lowers her head to nuzzle her nose against mine
her hair veils us both in a canopy of golden strands
as she moves ever closer to
the portal of my breath
the sinuous treasures
tickle my neck and cheek
sublime and demure, her lips slide across mine
a momentary grace before the hesitation
pulls her back
inches from my face
I feel the cool wind of her life draw in
the fluttering I feel
is the gentle quaking of her lips
we dance
as our lips explore
the fragile mirror in the other.
Our breath escapes from the corners
where we have yet to embrace one another
as time stretches, so too the space between
what was inches feels like miles
as the ocean of energy ebbs and pulls within
with an effort that is palpable
she dives deep into the dark cove of my mouth
lips, firm and bubbly, greet a mouth inviting
tongues crash, thick and moist
all her nervous hesitation vanishes in an instant
like an explosion of Monarch butterflies... She is
All passion and delight,
I feel her unspoken love behind all her longing and affection.
her kiss is home to me
her lips are the smooth marble floor
that dissolves in to a bed of plummage where I lay my soul to rest.
It is my being, simple and supple, that transforms them to
naught but softness.
so magnificent, that first kiss
so fleeting her bouncing firm-smooth lips
I doubt I will ever feel anything as vibrantly
unique in this world.
The threshold of our home has been crossed
what was hard and piqued with anticipation
is now soft forevermore
i will never forget that alabaster kiss.
our first kiss was beautiful and powerful
i was at the confused threshold of the dreamworld
it was late and warm when I awoke to her presence
either her touch or her approaching footfall
or her delicate scent
or her direct and amourous energy...
i dont know which i sensed first
such is the confusion of my synesthetic experience
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