i touch you softly at first
my fingers trickling over you
like eager spring waters
over welcoming stones
my hands are cool
but quickly warm
in my growing courage
and my strokes become stronger,
richer, more attuned to your needs
your response to my touch
becomes our harmony
as instrument and musician
are merged into one
how long i have dreamed of this
how deeply i have desired it
and now the dream is become
as though
we have always been truth
and in fact it is so
we become a melody
from now on there will never be
a time when our tune does not exist
so much so
even a past without us
has obliterated
into the presence of our existence
and our song forever is
i want my hands nowhere
but now here
i want nothing but to pour out myself
into your receiving
and we shall forever be
our symphony
Sunday, March 19, 2006
our symphony
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i think maybe i should invite you to contribute on my erotic site.
wow! this is good.
well done FEM EX.
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....play on!
Erotic and Holy at the same time. Well done!
The image of water spirits pouring over each other, and musician and instrument, show me that it was meant to be this way.
The pleasures of the flesh revisited - a topic never easily tired of, perhaps because it remains the one tranquil oasis where pretext and pretension fade into obscurity and the true essence of our souls in frailty are suddenly revealed.
second visit still leaves me horny so i guess this really works.
where have you disappeared to? hope all is well!
is that month up yet?
Lovely. Evocative. Innerly.
I love this. Sensual and reverent at the same time. Every word is succulent and decadent. There is no excess and nothing missing. It is exactly right. Just the way a symphony should be. You are a true symphony.
You pulled at the heartstrings with this poem, I love it, the emotions are high-up there, i'm simply floating.
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