I see a woman whose flesh is
imbued with a woman’s strength,
forever mysterious and loving.
I see a golden-haired woman,
with skin of the palest roses
just coming into blossom.
Your breasts rise and fall
as I watch you, the rounded flesh
a dichotomy in soft firmness.
Your stomach is rounded gently,
keeping within it the housing
for the spark of divinity.
Without you, I'll never be immortal,
I will never attempt godhood.
Without you, I'm only half of my Self.
With you, I am more
than even you understand.
You sensed me entirely now,
your thoughts merged with mine,
our energies feeding lovingly off
of each other, spawning more
in the ever moving cycle.
I touch your tender skin with my
fingers, kissing it with my soul,
gazing into the endless summer blue
of your eyes.
I feel your innocent desire,
your wish to make me happy,
to hold me in your arms
until I am calm again.
Poetry by:
-CalSurf2-
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