Euphoria

His kiss is like a sweet summer breeze touching my skin.
In my dreams, I am bound to endless wanderings with him….
Through muted space, our souls travel and meet
Intertwined in the energy flowing.
 
And I am lifted…
Buoyed by the spark and bubbling and tingling all over my body
And, oh!
Isn’t this body such a wondrous joy?
And, when I’m not dreaming I feel I’m barely breathing….
My mind lays down and catches itself on the gentle ebb and flow of euphoria.
 
His eyes…..
They pretend to be windows to my own soul
And, I love the way I – He – We feel.
 
The “We” and “Us” of it is a delicious illusion.
 
It’s a delectably sugary taste
That dances on my tongue
And, I play with it….
Rolling it around in my mouth
Until it becomes a satiny-smooth syrup that
Seductively swirls down my throat
Where it meets his fingertips and
I am safe.
No breath.
Only silence.
And, time stands still,
Suspended in the passion rushing from our pours.
 
In the silence, our bodies speak to one another:
“I am here….in this moment.”
 
And I am lifted…
Buoyed by the spark and bubbling and tingling all over my body
And, oh!
Isn’t this body such a wondrous joy?
And, when I’m not dreaming I feel I’m barely breathing….
My mind lays down and catches itself on the gentle ebb and flow of euphoria.
 
I feel him…
Always near,
With uncertainty that nips sporadically.
 
I long to reach out to him with all that I am and
Patience
Has become my only friend.
 
For, he is like a delicate instrument and
I must learn to appreciate and respect his beauty.
Should I allow impatience to
Trickle
Down
In the tiniest of droplets to
Splash
Upon his polished, mahogany surface,
His pitch deepens while
His tone rises and
All the sounds emanating from him are
Out of tune.
 
But, when I touch him
Lovingly.
Softly,
Patiently and
Full of the admiration that
Belongs to him,
He plays such sweet melodies, they are orgasmic to my spirit.
 
And I am lifted…
Buoyed by the spark and bubbling and tingling all over my body
And, oh!
Isn’t this body such a wondrous joy?
And, when I’m not dreaming I feel I’m barely breathing….
My mind lays down and catches itself on the gentle ebb and flow of euphoria.
MysticWriter MysticWriter
36-40, F
2 Responses Nov 9, 2006

I really like it. Im bad at commentaring but i had to comment on this one because its so freaking awesome

inspiring most exellent