MUTED SONG
Sing to me
That muted song within bated breath
Soundscape of ecstatic staccato moan
Waiting an eternity for you to die and live again
with every stroke
Is this the sound of Delilah's sheer delight?
Tenacious tone of Samson's brawny, bald undoing?
The dark secretly glows for me and lays the brilliant hue upon hazel chassis
I think of you as star radiance
Illuminating silhouette
Sweat shines off cozy pores and downy fuzz
The blessed slide
The ardent push
The desperate pull
The gentle rock
Constant Ebb and flow
Charmed karmic Kama sutra contortions
Yearn for yin-yang, Lingam-Yoni connection
Grant me divine passage
to the sacred temple where I worship
Deceptively prostrated
Like Lion on verge of attack
Satiated once soothed by Shakti's embrace personified
You are she
Of that there is no doubt
I am him
Of that there is no doubt
Every mewl, every child like whimper
breathes innocence into cynical, jaded thoughts
And we, both breathless, chant in silence
The quiet chorus croons coitus consensio
Lapsed in labyrinthine gazes the hushed hymn crescendos and fades
Only to be hummed again.
Sing to me
That muted song within bated breath
Soundscape of ecstatic staccato moan
Waiting an eternity for you to die and live again
with every stroke
Is this the sound of Delilah's sheer delight?
Tenacious tone of Samson's brawny, bald undoing?
The dark secretly glows for me and lays the brilliant hue upon hazel chassis
I think of you as star radiance
Illuminating silhouette
Sweat shines off cozy pores and downy fuzz
The blessed slide
The ardent push
The desperate pull
The gentle rock
Constant Ebb and flow
Charmed karmic Kama sutra contortions
Yearn for yin-yang, Lingam-Yoni connection
Grant me divine passage
to the sacred temple where I worship
Deceptively prostrated
Like Lion on verge of attack
Satiated once soothed by Shakti's embrace personified
You are she
Of that there is no doubt
I am him
Of that there is no doubt
Every mewl, every child like whimper
breathes innocence into cynical, jaded thoughts
And we, both breathless, chant in silence
The quiet chorus croons coitus consensio
Lapsed in labyrinthine gazes the hushed hymn crescendos and fades
Only to be hummed again.
paulnikon:
You have an excellant photo collection including women of color.