*** for me generally lives in one of two places, either the primal or the spiritual realm.

Primal *** is the *** I share with others because of our mutual, base level attraction, whether it’s in a smile, or a smell, a physical feature, or even something like a mannerism. You compel me, is what we’re saying, and our desire to learn each other is way way up there — though likely naked and on top of each other, wherever it may be.

Spiritual *** is the *** that happens where our entire lives cross and our minds collide and invite each other. What happens when our eyes tie together, dressed or bedded, sharing a look that says, “I know. Exactly.” What happens where words are few or many, and each one custom tailored, in willing wishes to reach specific ears clearly.

What happens under equalizing warm or cold wind in the snow or in the sand.

Come when it’s quiet
I like your way of moving
Slip into my
stillness
silence me

She emerges
from her falling robe
I move closer and
whisper

let’s stay inside
lock the door
come to me naked
no one is here

It’s time for us
to become one
between the sheets

when i'm with you
everything else seems so
insignificant

The first drop of Rain,
and I inhaled it.
The wind was silent,
But it tore me apart.
The sand melted-
underground with the leaves beneath.
The clouds were perfect but;
There was something I had to know.
I dedicated myself.I lost it all.
My soul was dead,Oh!
I was a mere body.
Too late to realize though,
that drop dis-functioned my veins.
My heart needed blood but,
I had already cried it out.
And now the rain won't stop.
That first drop of Rain-
I wish I didn't inhale.

He stands tall
proud
open
vertebrae linear
shining like the moon
sugar skin wrapped around  
delicate bones
and hardworking hands

He exudes comfort
like a warm summer night lying beneath billions of
constellations
they shine brighter with him
like crystals

Flowers grow from him
His heart is so much more caring than the sun
who berates delicate green tendrils with unforgiving heat
mysterious clouds can't shield his
effervescent energy
nor can smoke

He shoots electricity from his
fingertips
sparking life
igniting

He lifts massive weights
of time
of pressure
from the world's shoulders

He is now and infinite.

we are two trees

lilts of speech
and
soft tapping tendrils played on
stringéd instruments
that is our water supply

intense lashéd eye contact
wrapping our long legs and aching arms around
each other's anatomy
that is our sunshine

heavy, breathy sighs
and long, slithering love-making
that is our photosynthesis

grow with me

There is an ocean of love
and I am completely
underwater
with you
floating
eye to eye
our spines align
two snakes, we slither
'round one another
sliding in sync
our rhythmic motions
breathing like
passionate waves of fire
bodies merged
in graceful form
flames licking every cell
of our wet skins
glistening like
the surface
of the sea

we are
submerged

Can we do this in the open? And I'm hoping we can be open. I mean available to do favorable task for each other.

Or we can take it the bedroom, where our love can bloom...

Sling my leg over your shoulder and get closer.. Take me on a journey as I'm yearning for this to last longer.

I'm still hoping that we can do this in the open
So that in between your strides I can feel the wind glide up my thighs

Or I can take a ride and try to hide my expressions of pleasure

Or would you rather do this on the low,
In that dimly lit dark hall
So that we can fall madly in love with making love
With our mind body and soul.