She climbs in. Invited in my vision I reach for a hand, her
face. I am virgin touching her feminine skin. How many
times will it take to receive her beauty? What must she say
to feel my touch worthy of her purity? Little she knows of
my true desire. Her breath on top of mine lines of love and
sacred blood lines pulse down my spine, I am screaming
inside aching for no body. Patience is the aphrodisiac of
God and yet I want to devour this essence
God and yet I want to devour this essence
in one touch...with my lips, open hungry wild furry. Slow
down and feel and this divine force has no limits we can
explode light realms. Love is a meditation as intimacy as
unification. They are secret codes buries in our desires.
Images and wisdom beyond our tiny minds. How long
must I live in fear that this time will pass? When can I sink
into the warm sand of her lips and drink in the
knowing of all time? When will I really lose myself to her
female unfolding endless unknown nurturing beauty?
When can I trust Gods light inside the cave of this love
grooved in eternity lines? To study mysticism is to look in
the eyes of my Beloved. Woman. Timeless awe and pure
nectar.
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