Emotional Flow**
(A Friday night ****)

It was one of those early Spring mornings
when we met.
The sky,
a blue that just got up,
was sprinkled with small fluff clouds,
the kind you can imagine
lions, tigers and rabbits in.
And there you were,
dancing in the morning’s breeze
jiggling, wiggling
in temptation’s sway
that surrounded and pulled me in.
I had to smile out loud
at my foolish, man-ish ways.
~~~
You were wearing one of those
sun dresses,
a bow ribbon
tied on the back lowly;
it swayed slowly
below your waist
in a proud womanly attitude, and a
“you can’t handle me” flow.
~~~
My eyes,
knowing they should keep to themselves,
are taken in by your
irresistibly
sweet attraction;
the quiet storm
of your whiskey tasting
sexuality.
~~~
Floating among these cloud fantasies,
the fire of you
tingles on my tongue,
your sensual flavors
smoothly slide down my skin
leaving me naked
in the emotional flow
of your feminine
****** ecstacy.
~~~
Then
it was one of those Spring nights,
we lay on the still warm grass,
looking at cloudless stars dreaming
their swirling ancient mystery
and haiku;
I pulled you closer, sighing,
my fingers gently playing in your hair,
I whisper,
“sing I forever
the songs of your passion’s love
forever I sing.”

Aztec Warrior/redzone 3.18.16