The Lover
I toil in the pain and passions of my daily practices to be worthy of the Lover.
The man fully seated in his masculine power and feminine connection; easily flowing from tender to raw opening the possibility of true surrender
He sees me and I see him
The view so bright; the warmth and light cannot be contained
The substance is clear
Undeniable power and intention
The Lover reaches into my depths
Drawing the passion
The sadness
The desire
The hope
The potential
He soaks it in, contains the mass, clearing away the noise.
The exchange begins.
True and pure communication more powerful than words pushed and pulled together.
With a quickened pulse and full lips the chemistry spikes.
The complex attachments to past and future create vibrant colors. Love and acceptance create texture. The heat of desire pulls color and texture together revealing the full portrait of lust.
Great love is made
Satisfying slumber flows over the now blank canvas which is my soul. Serenity is upon us.
We take pause.
We part: each with our piece of the wholeness born.
But soon the restlessness will return.
I lay in wait; ready for the moment my lover, the traveler, passes through me again.
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