FEED My MIND: Adventure. Learn. Live. Write.
You are so compelling, so charming.
You sway me, easily, with your enthusiasm
as the sweet talk of your fingertip seduces my hand.
Your heart song strums the bones of my wrists,
tracing, dangerously playing your way into my head.
I want to dance for you…yes.
And to spin, twirl, to float-
with the certainty of impending pleasure.
I want to be what you need in that moment-
oh, so kissable.
And to me you may bring,
your mouth to my eyelids,
she strength of your hands to my face.
Cradled, caressed, surrendering in graceful abandon,
collapsing in weak-kneed response,
all beginning with those kisses,
in rare treasured moments of
extended sensual connection.
The world does not permit enough touch. It is regulated, watched, frowned upon. Little hugging, less kissing, all of us starving for sensual, touch-filled communication. And more.