Tuesday, July 3, 2007
A minute of sensuality, of intimacy should never be taken for granted.
What is this feeling? this growing sensation? No, not what lies between thighs.
its something much more special...
Take a hand and cup a face,
lose the thoughts and gaze into soul-ful eyes,
what do you see?
Reflections:
The need to graze fingertips on bare skin,
the warmth of mild tanned cream tones, goosebumps,
what is this?
Maybe the tenderness of lips pressing against yours,
the moist breath seeping through each kiss on surfaces,
or a combination?
Wanderment of gentle hands, through shapes and lines,
curves and peaks, where soft and hardened delicate sensations
implode a fragile mind, why is this, is this normal?
Urges for an internal caress and a kiss of a different kind
for a pair that makes a barely conscious decision,
to part inbetween and close inching torsolette gaps.
Rythmic pulses and flows of orgasmic beat, senses,
pleasures of each, then the 6th and the 7th come within reach.
Is this love?
A reflective minute of an intimate gaze before the act began,
soul-binding pair, never take for granted what you see... in your lover's eyes.
