YOU STIR ME

 

You stir me, woman

With all I see.

Your charms.

Your eyes.

Your sensuality.

I touch you

With my mind

And find

Excitement welling.

A fire.

Desire

To be with you;

To lie with you.

Call it if you will

Just lust

But trust

In your instincts

And your feelings.

Reeling

If you have them

Now.

Somehow.

But I would not want

To share with you

A feeble, fumbling moment.

Not a time

Induced by wine

In which the memories

Are but a hazy recollection.

Fleeting figments

Of a fashion.

A vague memory.

Of soon forgotten passion.

No.

But I would go

With you to a special place

No disgrace

No loss of face

An embrace

That means forever.

Even if it is just for now,

I'd bow

To your femininity

And look you in the eye

I'd try

To be loving.

Gentle with you.

Making seconds last a lifetime

No crime

To feel each tender touch

So much

To gain.

No pain.

No remorse in the course

Of seeking mutual pleasure.

That which I seek to treasure.

The slow release

Of your buttoned blouse.

Just to hold your breast

Gently in my shaking hand.

And to understand

Every mounting moment.

To feel your firmness

Through lace with satin trim.

No whim.

No sin.

Ah! Your warm, naked body

Pearl in the misty moonlight.

Your sighs -

The sonnets of your soul

Glide me into that oneness with you.

Let me feel your heartbeat,

From within.

And when sweet release rises,

Bursting on us both like a tropical storm,

Just hold me woman.

Please,

Keep me warm.

 

 

 

 

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