Soul’s Purpose


His stare
made her uncomfortably excited
it had a deeply provocative air about it
so she closed her eyes
and continued to undress
yet
she could still feel her soul
being devoured by his hungered gazed
“Stop”
“What?”
“Looking at me like that”
“Like what?”
“Like you want me”

He told her that he did
“I can’t help but to look”
she opened her eyes
and sensually glided to the bed
“Why?”
He smiled, “Really”
“Really”
He took his time
the answer,
after all,
was complicated
too complicated for words
so as her nakedness found his
he began to softly kiss her shivering flesh
“Because,” another kiss
“Everything that is,” yet another kiss
‘Beautiful,” another gentle kiss
“Cannot compare to how beautiful God created you”
a moan interrupted
the gentle bite next to her glistening femininity
She closed her eyes, “Oh God”
and felt his passion treat her
as if she were his soul’s purpose

very nice, mig.. you are always so skillful
at allowing the gentle nature of love to envelop the body and mind...
I'm so envious of the power you have in this way...
but it's a delighted envy... I wouldn't have it any other way...
thank you for sharing your beautiful moments...
with so much darkness in our lonely lives...
it's these precious seconds we need to ignite the dying embers...

Erotic poetry as it should be written, with subtlety and class....

...sigh...

This is so beautiful I had to come back for seconds Mig!

Leigh you know I'm sitting here gushing . . . thanks