Like the rising sun licking the oceans blue waves

A summers breeze cooling wet kiss that graces my neck and cheek

The sweet smell of rain showers in the hottest part of the day

You calm my spirit and soothe me in a way that reminds me of waking to the suns warm inspirations

Replays and reminiscences of the late night conversations filled the air with a thickness anticipation

Bewitching presence just waiting to kiss your sweet honey dew lips

Scented like ripped fruits equated through thoughts driven by minds of passion

Enticing like the moon, you are hypnotically inviting

We love to the sun sets and rises again

You lay incubated in my embrace, with the most content look upon your face

I cannot hide my smiling, just as you tell me in your softest voice that you love me and I literally feel as if I am flying

Peering through my facade, weaknesses, hurt and pain...scabbed heart.

l am healed.

Her lips...

Sweet, full and sincere, like the words they utter beckoning my soul to join hers in eternal happiness.

I am convinced.

Her hair...

Strong pliable roots embedded in genius, coiling around my sometimes resistant arms and ever willing flesh.

I am bound.

Her skin...

Supple yet tight, beautiful...pure complete adoration of her.

ln awe of my own reflection.

You are perfection in a host

The pain you have endured

Birthed beauty through & through

Evolving and changing the scope of that perfection...like cutting a gem to remove impurities

You're enhanced with every cut

Those who hadn't or don't see it

Cannot

It's not their fault

Those who know about gems will do anything to come close but most won't be worthy of what you behold

Trembling skin along with the ache of coldness.

A touch that is infectious

Bewitches my mind into an endless high

Lust fills the organism pumping, generating under my breast, and under my rib cage

Her scent arousing

My senses are drowning

Letting my eyes of mystery wander

The color of the heat is blinding

Silenced by the touch

Into your body finding warmth

My mouth searching for moistness to met my lips

Finding my way to pulsating between clenched thighs

She stares into my eyes

Then take my bite

Honey of the earth

Seeking like pilgrims

Prayer of flowers

I am waiting for you

The attraction I have for you can never be duplicated or patented.

Reminiscent of a snoflake in the passion of winter...unique.

You yourself would be well acquainted with this connection, I am relaying to you as it is a rare form of communication we alone share.

The translation of this unpressed euphoric state is never ending somewhat infinite and a pleasure to maintain.

Would the slightest thought be administered to this stance?

I am now boldly proclaiming to be solely affiliated with only you.

Are you capable of identifying it, the minute as it may currently appear?

If the resounding response to this is yes...

I submit to your demand.

You may not know at first

Where the search should begin...?

But everyone knows...

That the true treasure is found in the cavity of a chest

Hearts aren't colorful in a literal sense but the ora's that exist give the very respondent energy as the perspective eye receives when color is viewed

How clearly you are seen

Your art obscured by the untrained eye but dissected your every line

The Truth is in the Heart