Passion, Beauty, And The Divine
Passion, Beauty, and the Divine
Please excuse me for my behavior; I have passion control issues,
And I’ve been waging this war for a long time, suppressing my attraction to you,
That night in your doorway, you looked me in my eyes,
Saying more to me than your words would say, and then I took you by surprise.
I embraced you, pushed you inside the door into the darkness of the room,
Placed you firmly between myself and the wall, feeling your arms around me,
My hands touched you in places that I never touched you before,
Grabbing your hair, bending you backwards, caressing you, there beside the door.
I can recall the pace of your breathe and feeling of your heartbeat,
So engulfed in the moment; instinctively I lifted you off your feet,
Feeling the strength of your presence and your thighs, squeezing my chest,
These are my overwhelming emotions when my passion control issues manifest.
You were suspended in the air between me and the door,
We were suspended in the moment, between time and space,
You softly whispered my name; you clinched the back of my neck, a tight embrace,
In the darkness, I could see you as if it was light, the pleasure on your face.
The moment your feet touched the ground, the reality of the situation sat in,
Confusion rained on the beauty of our experience, feeling as if I committed a sin,
“A kiss is all I wanted,” you said, I made the mistake of unleashing the fire within,
Concerned grew and flooded my thoughts that you wouldn’t see me the same again.
Our conversation continued on the couch, on my shoulder you rested your head,
Closing your eyes and becoming comfortable, you stated, “I should go to bed.”
For twenty minutes, you slept peacefully on my shoulder and then my chest.
I was honored that you found comfort in me, serenity, and a place to rest.
Then you rose and decided to go to your sacred space, I convinced you,
Convinced you to allow me in, in my heart I have no cruel intentions,
You told me of the intimacy and the sacredness of your room, of lying beside you,
Respecting you, never harming you, I worshipped the sanctity of lying beside you.
I watched you sleep; I prayed for you and asked for a healing light,
That would protect you through out your life, every day and every night.
I placed my hand on your hand and reflected on this moment, our experience in time,
Admiring how passion led us to beauty and how beauty led us to a moment so divine.