I am fully confident that I am not always sure
I can clearly put into words that I am…I am often at a loss
For direction, opportunity
I flounder, my love and lust rolling in the pot, letting off steam and not really making anything worth digesting
You captivate the room of my thoughts with a grand yet calm entrance
You magnetize, pulling focus with your natural sexuality worn like a vibrant, flowing garment
Green… yes, the color of Spring, life
Your luscious body molded by divinity, your flowing hair, your breasts that defy logic, your lilting laugh…
(Halt, breathe)
…they wrap around me, singing of the joy of the hunt, the capture, the capitulation, the wet…the love…the pain, the broken trusts, the healing of sex — real and ephemeral
You touch my shoulder, and my spine goes straight; my heart hammers a familiar rhythm that I cannot control
Your warm breath becomes a barely audible whisper, “You are enough.”
I go hard, I leak, I throb
And I create
And I sing
I dedicate the new song to the real and the fantasy you
Both unbearably beautiful for all the reasons they also shouldn’t be
You get me…
and I love that I get you in return
