Love Poetry

Love Is...
Magic as well tragic
True North of a soul's compass
Magnetic.
Emotive energies maximum kinetic,
Making skin, lips, hips and hearts electric
Love is not a destination it is a trail to be blazed, a sunbeam that slices through the haze and a beacon to guide you through life's maze.

I want to be ready to:
Fertilize your growing power
Provide fuel for you to shine and gleam
Be wrapped/enraptured with you for an hour
Combine our heat and moisture and make steam.
If I were to respond, respond to the taste, smell and touch of you,
The intensity of your sensuality making every fantasy true,
Would it simply be lust, craving, hunger and need?
Staggering like an overloaded farmer desperate to plant seed.
Or would you take me to the depths of your warm, salty sea?
And like a diver after treasure swimming in those depths you'd find me.

11Bravo.

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