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The Embrace
Lying here, watching you placing your body near; not touching yet.
Your eyes, meeting mine, catlike, luminous in the dim street light,
a faint hesitant smile, nervous, unsure of what to expect.
Am I a threat? A shadow; flight or fight crosses behind your eyes
but there is no need for you to worry.
In my mind the thoughts are equally unsure.
What am I doing here? What are you to me?
I am transfixed by this translucent, ethereal, gossamer vision.
Am I dreaming? I don't know. Slowly I focus and the person staring back at me, unblinking, relaxes and the smile is warm and genuine.
I smile too and your hand caresses my shoulder and gently presses me towards you. I touch your arm and then we are closer, eyes locked on one another and our lips meet; exploring gently, tenderly, lovingly and the sensation is sensual yet calm.
Strangely I feel I know this woman and I am happy to be here.
We embrace, holding each other and the world neither stops turning nor does it turn faster for we are mature adults and this is not some clumsy grappling of teenagers in their first encounter for we have reached a higher plane of understanding, of need and care, giving consideration to each other.
This is a kind and sensitive place we have found ourselves in and lying here with our limbs and minds entwined feels as powerful and uplifting as standing beside the ocean with the thunderous sound of waves crashing on the rocks and the haunting cry of wheeling seagulls overhead.
Later you leave me and I feel .... what do I feel?
Not the gut-wrenching loneliness of lost love or abandonment but simply a feeling of peace and fulfilment of a friendship discovered that will always be there and the memory of your kisses and warm embrace stays with me long into the night.
The following evening as I lie in my bed I half anticipate your return but I know that is not possible and as I drift off to sleep I am intoxicated anew by your scent,
still on my pillow, and I smile as
I think of you.
Your eyes, meeting mine, catlike, luminous in the dim street light,
a faint hesitant smile, nervous, unsure of what to expect.
Am I a threat? A shadow; flight or fight crosses behind your eyes
but there is no need for you to worry.
In my mind the thoughts are equally unsure.
What am I doing here? What are you to me?
I am transfixed by this translucent, ethereal, gossamer vision.
Am I dreaming? I don't know. Slowly I focus and the person staring back at me, unblinking, relaxes and the smile is warm and genuine.
I smile too and your hand caresses my shoulder and gently presses me towards you. I touch your arm and then we are closer, eyes locked on one another and our lips meet; exploring gently, tenderly, lovingly and the sensation is sensual yet calm.
Strangely I feel I know this woman and I am happy to be here.
We embrace, holding each other and the world neither stops turning nor does it turn faster for we are mature adults and this is not some clumsy grappling of teenagers in their first encounter for we have reached a higher plane of understanding, of need and care, giving consideration to each other.
This is a kind and sensitive place we have found ourselves in and lying here with our limbs and minds entwined feels as powerful and uplifting as standing beside the ocean with the thunderous sound of waves crashing on the rocks and the haunting cry of wheeling seagulls overhead.
Later you leave me and I feel .... what do I feel?
Not the gut-wrenching loneliness of lost love or abandonment but simply a feeling of peace and fulfilment of a friendship discovered that will always be there and the memory of your kisses and warm embrace stays with me long into the night.
The following evening as I lie in my bed I half anticipate your return but I know that is not possible and as I drift off to sleep I am intoxicated anew by your scent,
still on my pillow, and I smile as
I think of you.
Published 10th Oct 2018
| Edited 26th Jul 2019
Author's Note
My thoughts were of adolescent first love anticipation and fear but based on adults and their equally profound fears and hangups when faced with a similar situation.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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11th Oct 2018 00:01am
Well done, Raider... you're off to a good start...erotica is not often my cuppa tea and I don't go search it out...but you did that very well... objective achieved... and tastefully... thanks for the good write. Ely
13th Oct 2018 12:41pm
Many thanks Ely, I'm just trying to find a style that works for me and my experiences and observations
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- Edited 20th Jan 2019 12:45pm
27th Oct 2018 11:41pm
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Many thanks for your comments HelenJane. As a poet or indeed an artist such as yourself we all look for inspiration in our environment or from personal experience; whether tragic, sad, happy, love won or lost or indeed a host of other reasons. So, be inspired and get writing!
Would love to collaborate and get some artwork to accompany this or any other poem. DR
Would love to collaborate and get some artwork to accompany this or any other poem. DR
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- Edited 21st Oct 2019 5:45am
25th Jul 2019 11:45am
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