Cannot force love before its time.
Let it come gently,
When,
So it be
Like a feather
Floats in time as it falls
Of its own sway and rhythm;
Its own accord.
When eager and fast hands try to clasp it,
Love,
Wishing to
Grab it out of impatience,
The air currents agitate
And stir keeping it just out of reach.
Evasive.
Find joy right where you are
Allowing things to flow
And come to rest where they may.
There, is love.
I want to hear you whisper my name
With a craving ignited
From unrevealed dimensions
Within.
(A breathless
Quivering voice.)
Eager.
Crawling on hands and knees.
Whispering as you plead for water;
Begging to saturate your parched lips.
I want to feel your hands searching for treasures;
Your fingertips wandering with anticipation
Of
New found discoveries
And your lips to trail every last inch of me
In dire need of reciprocation.
I want to feel you
Shudder
And reach a point of such great intensity,
A
Summit so high,
Your whole body becomes immobilized
Waiting for oxygen.
And I want to be the breath of life
That brings you back to
Love.
Chole Into Diamonds 