My love My big_diel

We wait with bated breath…wondering at what splendor is to come…The splendor of the female form, revealed to our longing gaze. Eyes turn, hearts melt and longings are released from hiding

And once our minds remove our former selves from wanting, then intelligence of touch can exist and remain, brushing our very being

Allowing our deepest souls to escape and revel in the freedom of love, the want of desire

But why make the excuse of love? Let’s touch further the movement life can give. My voice tingles at the possibility of us…now

Wavering souls twirl and dance…reaching and retreating, fearing the embrace of love, but longing for it so

Just to see him makes me want to crawl on the forest floor to be near him, to breathe his skin, his sweat, his name. I am lost

I am lost in her gaze, but in that loss I find something more. A spark, a promise