The  Root

   
fetish....perhaps our bond is too wet to understand (and what we have is much more than they can see...Jeffrey Osborne/LTD)  
 
 
The root swings ,  
long and free  
needing no darkness or soil  
to anchor you to me  
 
it's grip runs deep  
and to you I keep holding on.....  
 
“….holding back the years”  
 
loving the way you nurse  
my rich, thick vein  
the way your lips envelope it  
and kiss away my “bluest” pain  
 
she sits beneath  
my massive structure  
lovingly, with pride  
basking in my shade,  
naked upon green grass  
not one thing to hide.....  
 
….between you and I  
 
feeling the root growing  
inside the gentle reluctance  
of  passionate  kisses  
throbbing with life's strong pulse  
I moan with pleasure.........  
 
….satisfying her own beyond measure  
 
as she grasp my fruit  
she squeezes me  
so ripe with juice  
bursting forth like rain  
 
“lord have mercy....the sanctification of her flesh not in vain”  
 
it glistens upon  
her cherub face  
the kiss of life upon her breast  
the warmth of the sun all over her hands  
nourishing her body...  
 
...I was made to love her  
 
This root swings  
long and free  
needing no darkness or soil  
to anchor you to me