My darling...
Come here, would you?
Let me wrap you in my embrace
Breathe deeply, slowly
Maybe gently press our lips together
For a long moment

Come sit with me, Sweetheart
I’ll throw my arms around you
My head on your chest
Your head on mine
Sharing a pulse

Now, what if we lay
Nothing too comprising
Just be there together
Feel each other’s presence
Each other’s vitality
Your breath on my neck
Hands around my waist

I’d feel safe there
In your presence
Your strong arms
Your loving touch
My heart cries
My being longs
To be together

Baby, just come a little bit closer.
I want to know your touch again.
I forgot:)

If there was no fear; I’d be something
If there was no suffering; I’d smile
If there was no pain; I’d relax.

There’s an if everyone wants, a smile everyone wants.
There always will be, we know it won't help, we know it won't harm.
We know it yet we want It; we want it more than anything in the world.

It's not a material thing, It's something else.
If someone understood, maybe I could.

I cycle along,

the horse watches me, maybe –


I'll stop and touch him.

Deep tranquil aromas
steamy mirrors
warm liquid all around
my senses come alive

fantasies of your touch
in places I soak
in this luxury
reflect

I lay back
and feel
knowing
You are right here, always!

Is there a basic joy
in experiencing
every experience
which I experience?
Is there joy in sights:
colour, shape, size, patterns?
Is there joy in sounds:
loud, soft, tone, pitch?
Is there joy in touch:
hard, soft, rough, smooth?
Is there joy in smell and taste:
salty, sweet, pungent, tangy?

Touch -
The most significant insignificance.
Sight -
The slightest intention.
Hearing -
The loudest silence.
Taste -
The most complicated intricacy.
Smell -
The love of the non-discriminatory.
You -
The "when all else fails".