Loving is so personal, yet in sharing it we help heal ourselves and others. When we remember our lovers and the moments we shared, we pull deep from our soul the essence of that person that will be with us forever. This is from one of those moments…
XOXOXO Happy Valentine’s Day!
Sandy
Lost in His Arms
He arrives on delicately penned wings, a muse
Burnished locks of auburn hair fall gently upon my face
He offers tender kisses from his full-wet mouth
And skips them lightly across my milk-white breasts
His steel-blue eyes pierce me deep with desire
Igniting spark-to-flame within my hips and thighs
MY muse
He awakens new delights, he pleases me
His delicate fingers skim the surface of my back
Can he think me completely beautiful?
Lost in the moment together, we move slowly
Forgetting all mechanics
Responding to every impulse
Our slender legs intwined and bodies pressed together
With heat and sweat he guides me
And in one eternal moment the knowing of two hearts
He arrives like a god, brooding, smiling, playful
A gentle-constant longing tells me he is here
Does he want me as I am? As I want him?
He whispers secrets only shared with me
Spirit is weak as emotions stir
Surrendering
At his calling I escape the world of duty
Erasing all memory of experience
Tho’ I was lost
I am found in his arms
© Sandy Hibbard
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