Given and Kept

What is given to the wind
returns in whispers,
carried on wings unseen,
settling like snow
on the shoulders of memory.

What is kept in silence
grows roots,
pushing through the cracks
of all we thought we knew,
blooming in the dark.

Between the given and the kept,
we find ourselves—
half shadow, half light,
dancing in the space
where nothing is lost,
and everything remains.

Appeal To Your Senses

Let me unveil before you, so that your eyes may gaze upon
The gift that I present to you
in it’s rawest though purist and most natural form.

Let me sing to you my song,
so that you will hear my melodic moans of pleasure
and dance with and within me,
harmoniously and accordingly to the music of my ecstasy.

Let me release the essence of me,
so that you may inhale my scent and get blissfully high
from the wicked yet wonderful affects of my aromas,
and become vexed by the incensing of my tang in the heat of desire.

Let me open myself up to you like a succulent exotic fruit,
so that you may taste and savor the flavors of me,
let the sweetness of my nectar dance on your tongue
and become your favorite indulgence

Let me navigate your hands,
so that you may become familiar with the flow of my shivers
and become submerged in the depth of my waters
without drowning in the currents of my umph,
as we vibe and flow.

Let me stimulate the corners of your mind
and paint your imagination with the colors of my enchantment,
the mystery and intrigue of who I am
so that your thoughts of me will please you
and arouse your desire for me.

Let our bodies reflect one another’s and pulsate on the same beat.
Brown skin to brown skin,
entangled with hues of ebony, sepia, bronze, copper and gold.
A selfless portrait, captured between us at that very moment.
Amazing is the chemistry.

Let me into your heart as you come into mind,
so that our hearts will syncopate with rhythms and rhymes.
Let me love you with such unbridled passion,
it takes your breath away and you receive it
with an eagerness and urgency that renders me breathless.

Let me ignite a fire that burns in your soul
and you fan the flames that burn in me
so that we reach the coming together
and peak in elated bliss,
then allow our senses to intern it,
so that we can begin the journey again.

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