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Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Welcome The Moon 4/22/15

I put clouds-as-my-hands on her to move me along.  She turns onto me as a constant, having her own way.  My fervor under her works towards her radiance, showering me as she speaks a consummate silence, face to face. Tonight we play as spirits making love with her dreaming me. She gifts me with nothing but fullness. She is accessible rhythm dressed in provocative cloud lace, igniting me. Her intention to spend the night gives me no hurry. I go on feeling safe with this surrender. She is with me on her own terms: direct with her eyes, senses my vulnerability, knows forever my every thought unblinkingly. I am devoted to this relationship that never gets named. Intimacies are always exchanged. She is my confessor. She brings her wardrobe of moods, all her dispositions meeting my needs. Then with "Wondrous" on my lips, she scrubs and bathes me. Without real sight of her body, I make loving a finesse, lean into the stand of her being, grab her, pulling her flesh down on me, longing for the act, the penetration. But I have learned to listen to her, she tells my story better in all ways. I am relaxed in our relationship, now I bring her moods, she fetches me knives to cut out my eyes. Tonight's exchange; my simple anxiety, her invitation to blind faith. I sing to myself under her. She spreads herself wide over me. I am onto her canyon, a moist velvet vastness envelops my intent. Holding me in this cave of release, embraced by a frame that gives me no limits. She is a silent growl over me, a warm lick on to me. The rain comes from the sweat on her body working me.  She opens the gate of my blessedness, love has no other place to go with me, everything is on the bed of our making. My sweat turns sweet, I am lying still in my movement under her. This passion teaches my mind it is fine to be the last to know. Love is like that. She draws out the spirit of animals from within me. I recognize them as their wildness escorts my soul. All the elements that keep me, in time and frame, with form and mass, are my best gifts to her. Caught in the momentary venom of self,  the answer is not the spit of a wet dream. Enhance her engorgement and time will stand still.  Masculine chemistry dresses me in a cape of dumbfounded mystery. My release is a summit of transcendence, to swim with her spirit,  ignited to a deeper place. She is sacred to me and she parades herself across my sky!




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