After brief hidden encounters, I saw you again,
no longer hidden by clouds and confusion,
there once again, shining your beautiful beacon,
shinning through the darkness and lighting up my life,
inspiring thoughts and making my heart light,
floating feather of silver, hiding that mythical facade
is it so or has it just been so long that you've been hidden from me?
I sit under the stars, looking at you,
wondering if I'm really here with you,
so near- so close- pulling me closer, I am under your control
like the tide, the swaying tide, pulled closer yet held back,
grounded here under the stars below you.
After these brief hidden encounters, I saw you again,
extendedly so, and your powers swayed me
like you do the tide, sweet silver moon over swaying tide.
Like Diana over Neptune, only you are the hunter-
I am the prey-
playing dangerous games with a powerful hunter...
I enjoy toying with you though you are no toy, all too real
and in dreams you come, invading my mind
when I am powerless to resist,
but this- this encounter- is all too real:
the smell of your shoulder pervading everything
in this sweet embrace, the curve of shoulder meeting neck,
such powerful tension and so delicate,
my head perfectly fitting here, where chest and shoulder
meet the creamy skin of your neck;
the smooth muscles powerful like a cheetah,
waiting under the surface,
I can feel them when I am in your arms, all those muscles
on the cusp of moving when we stand still in love's embrace;
how soft your hair feels against my cheek, in my hands,
between my fingers as I run my hands through such soft hair
aromas wafting towards me, reminiscent of smiles and favorite days,
intoxicating aromas and memories intertwined,
burying my face in a mane of recalled days and scents
would never be enough so I run my hands through it,
thinking and receptive to much more than I show;
intense eyes, reflecting my own, burning with passion!
laughing in open happiness, beautiful eyes, soft eyes
loving orbs of honey-brown burning deeper into me
shining brighter than any star, I promise,
for you are the moon lighting up my sky
outshining any falling star and comet;
smooth hands cradling my body,
sweetly against you, fitting so perfectly,
like the moon in my childhood legends
cradling scared children that wake in the night
from dreams not at all like the ones
in which you come to me so often,
comforting hands so warm and drawing
sweetest of sensations from my body,
poised on the edge of emotions,
skilled hands in their craft and novice attempts,
words could never suffice my attraction
to those loving hands;
so many more features,
each separately perfect and special,
requiring attention, admiration, praise,
examination, caresses, and love,
innumerable features all separately breath-taking,
but together?
together, oh together they are so much more
than when individually pondered,
together they comprise a marvel of creation,
a dream walking in reality,
moonbeams shining through clouds and
illuminating moments in time,
calming storms and adding beauty
to a storm weathered sky.
