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there is nothing that can befall us
that our great love cannot conquer
there is no fear that can threaten us
that our hearts can crush and defeat
what we possess is the wondrous power
of a love and devotion that shall always win
that shall always lift us above the darkest clouds
that will tide us over the roughest of seas
that shall always bring us to the peaceful shores
where our sun always shines
and our moon always blesses
Uncertainty is no longer a word
We find in our love's vocabulary
She: I love how you are still trying
         to fathom the enigma of love
         despite being immersed in it.
         How delightful!

He: It is a beautiful puzzle,
       a delightful rebus,
       a wonderful mystery
       that I hope I may never solve.
"I see pieces of you in others, but it’s not enough for me."
-- stephen stilwell

She is every woman
In the world to me
No one else can compare
My eyes can see no other
For looking any further
I have no need or desire

your hand in mine,
we glide thru lacy curtains
of soft Spanish moss,
tangles of our dreams and wishes
swaying gently in the breeze.
our scent mingles with the rich petrichor
of the forest that we have nurtured
where soft beds of thick moss
awaits our ecstatic repose

our moon speckles our nakedness
with the soft beams of our love
filtering thru the night blooms
that burst forth as we walk by.  

this is our place, our realm
where no other may ever enter
because it is of our essence,
a love so pure
that even we cannot fathom
the fullness of its riches

With you, our knowing extends far beyond (and so much closer) that any distance that might lay in between.  
Fingertips have played in pleasured sensations as lips have tasted the vintage of our ancient kisses.  

The atmosphere itself now carries the currents of our heated breaths loosed in the consummations of our ancestral love.  
Our eyes remember the glorious vision of our nakedness becoming vulnerable to each other in ages past.

We have long ago kissed each other's scars long before we became wounded and hurt by this life's misfortunes, the flesh holding the healing balm until released to reveal the healing.

Our vulnerability becoming the key to unlocking the secrets of our adoration.  

We have somehow known that we should let go of everything that could be held back and the lock becomes revealed to us that other's only hope to find .

Without ego, without pride or vanity, we come to each other unashamed and unafraid in the soft velvety shroud of this amazing gentle conflagration we have come to call "LOVE"
In our sweet silence,
I can feel her thinking of me
A gentle breeze, warmly caressing pastel blossoms in this field of flowers,
Wafting their fragrance, light and sweet, filling the air, stirring the senses.
Across the valley, a string quartet pours its music into the wind currents
Mixing with the sweet fragrances, creating a rich symphonic experience.

I see her approaching from across the field, and she seems to see me also
As she quickens her pace, her long billowing dress as an approaching cloud.
I hurry to meet her, my heart quickened by her countenance, her elegance,
Anticipation of taking her in my arms, pulling her close in a welcoming kiss.

At last, arms reaching out for one another, we press together in warm embrace,
Lips seeking that first anticipated kiss that transports to one another’s desire.
We fall together into those pastel blossoms, feeling their feathery gentle touch,
Taking in the full aroma of their pleasured sacrifice under our anxious bodies.

With string music continuing to waft and build upon the gentle warm breezes,
The now heady mixed fragrance of flowers and grass and rich loamy earth,
Semaphores, quietly signaling the onset and inevitable arrival of an inner storm,
Lightning flash and deeply rolling thunder, unseen but fully and richly sensed.

High clouds billow across the clear sky, a Morse code of sunlight upon us
Winds rising to wash over the rolling and roiling waves of a crystal sea,
Ancient spirits stand in awe looking jealously upon this sensuous stage
Trees rattling their leaves in perceptible poly-rhythmic percussion.

The bull elk stamps and trumpets a declaration of his royal possession,
A meadowlark presents her heart's song in counterpoint to the string quartet.
And the inner storm, receding into the soft outpouring of a spring rain,
Clouds clearing, creating the soothing aura of a gentle sun shower.

Senses withdrawing from their heightened pique, tingling in the afterglow,
Now, in self isolation, begins the recovery from an enraptured encounter
Drifting down thru soft silken veils, finding ourselves in each other’s arms
We breathe each other’s breath, sharing heartbeats as we gently embrace.

A gentle breeze, warmly caressing pastel blossoms in this field of flowers,
Wafting their fragrance, light and sweet, filling the air, calming the senses.
Across the valley, a string quartet pours its music into the wind currents
Mixing with the delicate fragrances for a luxuriously quieting concerto.
An earlier piece, written a couple of years or so ago
together, we stand
on the edge of forever
never looking back
what lies before us
are all our possibilities
and so hand in hand
taking one step forward
fearlessly into the void
with faith in each other
that we shall find
a solid foothold
to keep us ever
moving forward
within our love
Slowly, my tongue glides
along the razor-honed edge
of your glistening sensuality
feeling the exquisite pain
as the crimson poetic inspiration
flows in tender verses upon the page

from within my heart you glow
illumine the fringes of my soul
fingers of flame brand its skin
claiming this life, this love, as yours

your ****** scent gently mingles
with the leather and patchouli
of my seething essence
your fingers slowly glide
along the length of my arousal
your lips taste the savor
of my deeply rending moans

together, within our own world
we dissolve the hands of time
as the hands of yours and mine
survey the verdant fields of love
in dulcet sighs, and coos,
whispers of harmonic endearments

slowly we melt and we meld
as two passionate wildfires
burning unmercifully into one
hungrily licking the erogenous fuel
with fervent heat we etch ourselves
writhing in otherworldly ecstasy
we mark this moment in time
upon testaments of parchment
our gospel of adoration we bind
within the ancestral bible of our love

As inspired by South City Lady's own
beautifully inspired poem, "To Be A Poet".

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