As you lie next to me I yearn to caress you.As you lie next to me I yearn to caress you. But it is not time. Not yet. Smiling. So eager I am. Yet, you seem to tease. How many poems have you written? How many times have we begun our passions this way? It does not matter. Each time is as wonderful as the first and yet, because it is known, more glorious than the times before. Now is the time you choose to share. I delight in being the first to hear the newest creation. I wonder. Do you know that I listen this first time with my soul? Later we can edit for form and technique. But this first time, it is listening from within. This writing is as much you as your body. It is moreso. From its lines, you share a part of your mind. From the words, you tell your heart. As you begin to read (recite?), I follow the feelings. Desires rise. Your voice fills me. I am wrapped in the wonders of being a woman. How wonderful it is being like this. With you. When you finish you look at me for the first time. Sometimes I think you judge your success by how excited I am physically. You can be writing about blacktopping a highway, but at this moment it is as sensual as the most poignant love story. And, it has much the same affect. Sipping your wine; I watch your eyes now fully concentrate on me. You gaze first at my face. Studying each feature as though seeing me for the first time now. The firelight reflecting in my eyes. |