Backwards, too frightened to look forward, too stubborn not to look back.
Eyes tightly shut, like a crazed stampede of buffalo, mindless juggernauts of brute strength propelled me faster.
From prudence, towards independence and freedom to do as I hoped. Not easily accomplished in this our real world.
Covering invisible bases I could not see, feeling the nonexistent pads as I stepped upon each of these.
With my heart was fire, from pain, exertion, and desire. Believing I have to win, losing is a foreign language not spoken.
Because I must, to get to the other side first, to dare the spoilers, haters, and deviates of now, come for me if you can.
I am here having focused on and now knocking upon my destinations door before I left.
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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.
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.
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
Soft skin and translucent eyes
sought out, found; then rested upon mine.
Hair that one day reached towards
the sun while on other nights
sought solace as would a gardener
spreading beautiful soil over sown
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
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.
Waiting For Beauty
Standing, I foolishly waited for the cosmetics to be rendered their due honors.
Their patron, patiently applying what might work yesterday, not being visualized today.
Who first sought to turn the natural look of a woman in to heightened loveliness, into more when all that might be realized is before man.
Why take GOD’S pure image of treasured greatness and morph her into an idealized perception of her own greatness.
I believe man’s desire for a quick glance to comfort his tyrannical need for perfect has now extended to whom he loves; his judgement is clouded and this blinds him to reality.
A woman is beautiful.
Pay attention to her movements, each pause, turn or hesitation; a selection of choreographed symphonic passions that emanate friendship, love, devotion, loyalty.
What of Man. Will our narrow minded desire for the “perfect woman” alter perceptions of even GODS ordained order. HIS expectation that we are seeking what we might share–perfect, as we see in life, while desirous of what we have not, is a quandary that man will ever seek to overcome.
Why waste her beauty, with the toss of her head we hesitate, by the mere adjustment of her shoulder–perhaps a flex; are we not taken and tossed about.
Every shake or sway of hair, by wind, breeze, fan or step.
A moistening of her lips the sight of her lips slightly parted, rival the most beautiful of sculptures or photos or paintings ever created or may be created.
A slight furrow of her brow, a tender crinkling of her nose, or a twitch–she is honored for her magnificence.
Man, you might miss out while seeking perfection, just as you try to encourage and alter the concept that beauty transformed is the only way. This only leads to foolish pride.
Look at her unpretentious beauty, visualize her passion, experience her intelligence, see her strength, and learn that which she richly shares, then marvel about all that is about and within her.
If we measured life by what we see upon the surface, life would be miserable and unfulfilled.
Sharing events, or understanding the moments of beauty we are granted, make our lives truly exceptional.
This is a fable…a small table set for two, moonlight, a gentle breeze as the stars frame the beauty of you.
Amazed by the love in your eyes, each time ours met, as words not needed — if spoken, not heeded.
When heart as light refracted bends to produce a rainbow of beauty, as seemingly charted upon loves duty.
A tender moment shared, is as much for the moment dared.