I miss your lips’ bliss on my lips.
I miss your hips pressed to my hips.
Like guiding hands sliding ships,
our curves tighter together... ocean waves flowing.
We slip into one another, both of us knowing,
it will never be about where we came from,
the cost,
the loss,
the impowering a now past superstitious albatross,
but whether in fair or in dark, stormy weather,
together where we’re going.
A purpose-driven direction in life
Beyond measure,
by our hearts’ design,
beating, hidden,
in our chests like buried treasure.
Your warm, bold soul rolls over my controls.
I miss you the instant you’re beyond an inch of distance.
I miss your face,
I miss your waist,
I miss the space you incase around me.
I miss the towering, profound grace you use to shower and ground me.
It rapidly rises to the top of my head, but doesn’t drown me.
Sleeping silently in that dark, soft space engulfed by warm embrace,
my chased heart silenced by all that you are and surround me.
Quivering, shivering, your sultry curves swerving and curling in the dark.
Which each new embark,
a spark of soul fire between us,
clinging beyond the confines of “never apart, never the days, until our hearts depart, never shall they part ways.”
our eyes locked on my eyes,
your thighs to mine,
in this soft, slow, passionate moment,
I know truth again,
my love to thine.
ByR.Craig David copyright 2017