Sensations send my mind far away from my body’s hold.
Floating free, I soar upon wings of dreams.
In these dreams I find you adrift waiting, watching for my soul.
You pull me inside and we are of one sensation.
This begins our dance.
This begins our song.
The tune of Oohs and Ahs rise and fall.
They are the crashing of your sea, waves against rocks.
Thighs clinched against the tidal wave.
The sounds rise.
Again they rise.
It is my voice; my tongue blessing you.
Your heart beats with the rhythm I have given it.
Bump…Bump
Bump…Bump
Bump…Bump
…Bump
I am the shock to your system.
I am the chill upon your spine,
The taste upon your lips,
The images upon your eyelids as you drift off to sleep.
I feel that longing, a caress that folds in upon itself.
Sensations pull me over the threshold.
Open your eyes and see me in your waking mind.
Feel me…the touch, the tingle within your skin.
Know me in your secret place like no other has before.
Send out your hands to clasp the air.
Hold the waking dream upon your breast.
Let it suckle and fondle to the heart’s content, while the fevered mind stays in bed beside me.
Cross over to the dark side and enjoy the roses that only bloom at midnight.
Roses blooming in adversity are born between Life-Death, Heaven-Hell, Love and Hate.
All these sit in glorious balance with every passing second to eternity.
This is why woman was born with the rose.
To some a rose is a rose the same as any other.
In truth their petals are unique, as yours are…glistening with dew ready to be plucked.
They are the inner beauty.