Seeing Venus

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I could only gaze upon your soft skin, skin I longed to caress gently, tenderly to enhance this feeling of blessed passion.

I moved slowly closer as I gazed into eyes of purity that now grace mine, now in frozen fascination, with complete admiration, and respectful of distances that were before heeded.

I touched hair that appears stiff, but is as soft as velvet, each strand seemingly independent, yet relying on its fellows to make your beauty a miraculous beginning.

I sought and found your skin akin to silken purity, touched the miraculous warmth and lost myself in its marvelous sensuality.

I caressed your silken flesh, locked now within my heart, the fascination of it’s color and texture. I would never deny my desire to nuzzle, my need to manipulate soft swells, that mark you as sensational, mysterious, and a charm that might make my life complete.

I traversed your warm valleys and crested sloping mounds in hope of reaching your heart and all the fire that transcends past, and makes this vision a present reality.

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Fragile Flower

My delicate love, in your days of life,
such strength you showed standing upright
as a challenge, as a stand;

you grasp with all your might, clinging
to your small spot of land.

I passed and daily did I admire such as was
displayed by your strength, sheer beauty;

I could not understand how as grass and
weeds were trampled all around, you stood
straight, fragile–not tall.

You wavered not, challenging all dangerous
movements upon which you stood; the ground.

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Ever Venus

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 I could not tear your beauty

from my mind.

Soft skin, the image I could not

separate from my desires grasp.

I smell your beauty, its loveliness, its

timeliness, its ability to turn

willpower to weak-will.

I launch myself into your angelic

aura, sensing without hesitation

your patience, your courage,

your desire, your intelligence, your

demanding strength as you share

your greatest gift-your love.

I seek your passion, powerful, direct,

unflinching, and uncompromising.

I sought you out for an eternity,

before humanity measured time, as

even the first dawn chased away

darkness and its uncertainty.

I desired to give without wish for

payment, without the planting of a

seed for the beautiful gift of life

which is natures answer to a

certainty that is an inheritance of

this life.

Soft skin and translucent eyes

sought out, found; then rested upon mine.

Peace.

Hair that one day reached towards

the sun while on other nights

sought solace as would a gardener

spreading beautiful soil over sown

seeds.

I see the depths of your love, your

smallest smile, your closeness; I

reach for your hand and am

comforted by its warmth. I hope to

taste the wet sweet nectar of your

tongue.

I hope to envelope you in my joy–of

heart, of peace, of adventure.

Is this tender Venus where we

began–perhaps known by other

names so long ago, or is it yet to be.

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