I am fully confident that I am not always sure

I can clearly put into words that I am…I am often at a loss

For direction, opportunity

I flounder, my love and lust rolling in the pot, letting off steam and not really making anything worth digesting

You captivate the room of my thoughts with a grand yet calm entrance

You magnetize, pulling focus with your natural sexuality worn like a vibrant, flowing garment

Green… yes, the color of Spring, life

Your luscious body molded by divinity, your flowing hair, your breasts that defy logic, your lilting laugh…

(Halt, breathe)

…they wrap around me, singing of the joy of the hunt, the capture, the capitulation, the wet…the love…the pain, the broken trusts, the healing of sex — real and ephemeral

You touch my shoulder, and my spine goes straight; my heart hammers a familiar rhythm that I cannot control

Your warm breath becomes a barely audible whisper, “You are enough.”

I go hard, I leak, I throb

And I create

And I sing

I dedicate the new song to the real and the fantasy you

Both unbearably beautiful for all the reasons they also shouldn’t be

You get me…

and I love that I get you in return