Inside the Real the Romance is experienced.
The Lover, possesses such strength that his thought is only for his Beloved.
His confidence frees him to focus on her.
Her beauty drives him.
She is his alone and his only desire is to serve her, completely satisfying her every want.
She, confident in the heart of her lover is transparent to him.
No detail escapes his notice.
She has captured his attention.
She is desired.
He is consumed by her.
His complete devotion to her leaves him exposed and vulnerable.
She, confident in her lover is fixed on him.
She is free from the need to be on guard.
She opens herself completely and takes him inside herself to nurture and protect.
She knows that his strength depends on her response.
See him in the finest linen.
His hair and body is anointed with scented oils.
See her in a silken yellow gown.
Black pearls adorn her graceful neck.
An obsidian belt hugs her waist like a lover.
His gaze studies her to the last intimate detail.
She watches him and knows his longing.
His desire quickens her.
She wants to feel his touch.
She wants to guide him to secret unseen places.
He is intoxicated by her scent, her taste, the way she fits him.
She is fine and delicate in every detail.
He is strength and kindness and mirrors her beauty to herself.
She knows herself as herself and the glory of her shakes the foundations of the universe.
From this place she responds to him.
He now is everything.
She is response to his growing need.
And the growing ardor does not embarrass.
Rather it ennobles with grace in every movement and mannerism.
He tells her of the loveliness of her curve.
She exposes another and guides him to it.
His energy arouses a response of anxious longing in her.
She must be near him, to smell his hair, to touch his face, to experience his strength, to hold him closely as to pull him into her being.
She is now the only one.
She is exalted above all others.
She saw herself in his eyes and was lifted up.
She felt a goddess.
He a god.
The dance transforms them.
They are lifted out of the material, the baser elements.
Their true selves are glimpsed.
They are exquisite creatures of energy and light.
Their dance is sublime, eternal, the summit of intimacy.
Hunger satiated – now restful joy.
Seduction or lovemaking I wonder ?
Both
Hmm…interesting..
I was shyly trying it out. When I write I heard it as much as anything and the few times I ever shared them with anyone I read them. It was just weird hearing my voice for me. Thank you so for encouraging me.
It’s always kinda hard hearing your own voice. I find it hard listening to my own voice on a video or any recording device 🙂
I love your voice on it <3
I never heard the voice on it the last time I was here…
Beautiful 🙂
Amazing…..
Wow! Awesome. Meant to be? And if I’d said it sounds very Biblical?
It kinda like the song of Solomon but not as explicit.
Yes, much deeper. Not nearly SO on the surface. It’s not just about sex… Can you imagine how erotic Song of Songs was for its day?
Well good heavens! That sounds very Greek!
You know Plato and all.
The Song of Souls… Would be a fitting title for this piece (even though it’s from “The Pool”)
Then I will change that. Thank you.
This is lovely
Very beautiful and well written
Thanks for sharing <3
Thank you for taking the time to read my scribbling 🙂
It’s really great I can relate to it. It’s that divine love between two people. I have experience it… Where you see God in the other person and they become your everything.
Thank you. The next part in the story sucks. 🙂
The separation? The lost of the oneness maybe?
Yes. For me it was the beginning of the awareness of my souls seperation. The whole story has three parts. Fire. Ashes. Gold. It was the attempt to describe my inner stuff that hit me out of the blue and began a painful process of awakening. When I talk about my Soul. I am litteraly having a conversation with the femine or Anima aspect of me. Its an ongoing process. The story or poem is not an easy read but there are some good parts. Either some things are too deep for words or I just don’t have them. But everything on the site is real. It has either happened or is happening or is something I’m trying to figure out how to make happen. But its all emotion and metaphor and sometimes hard to find a handle for.
Yes… I understand very well… It’s all too real for me… It also hit me out the blue and was very painful to endure. I have never felt pain like that in my entire existence. Writing has help to bring some peace and acceptance to it. Eventhough I can never quite put it into words.
I feel it’s over for me now at least the pain aspect of it. I don’t feel that separation anymore and haven’t felt it for awhile now. I’m at peace with everything now. I’m not longing for anything. Just taking it day by day… I feel very free to be honest… More free than I’ve ever felt in my life that’s the main benefit from all of the craze that happened over the last almost three years…