Gentle Cusp of Loving Waters
I write how I perceive love to be as it flows through me and my dreams
She sits with anticipation,
Lost within her thoughts,
Letting her spirit get swept away,
With thoughts of knowing his touch,
Her only escape is his world,seen through her dreams,
Where she can hear his whispers of desire.
How she longs to look into the depths of his eyes,
She knows with just one look; she will be hyponotized,
Longing to fall into his heart where she yearns to reside,
She asks herself; Why must she only meet him in her dreams.
Yet as she drifts off into his mind,
Falling under his spell feeling his seducing embrace,
Where she whispers her secrets into his soul,
The warmth of his caresses leaves her feeling elated.
She loses herself within the stolen moments,
When both spirits meet in their silent reverie,
Knowing that she'll be left unquenched,
Yet she will always search his heart to feel his touch,
Cascading over and through her once again,
To be in a cusp of his loving waters,
Within the palms of her hands held together,
As a heartshaped arch of love.