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You
I am a guide
that no one follows,
a lover alone
following a path
brazed
in dreams,
looking for my soul
in the simple caressing
knowledge
that we
are
one reflection.
Predator and prey,
teacher and student,
seeking
in gentle fingertips,
the patterns
traced
in sensual designs,
for the sacred knowing
of another's
soul,
finding completion
within our desires
and the simple beauty
of being
with
you
Published 10th Oct 2022
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11th Oct 2022 5:45pm
28th Oct 2022 7:48pm
Absolutely beautiful.
It speaks to me.
I am following...
This beautiful path.
these dreams.
All looking for our soul.
Looking for another as well.
Simple caressing.
Knowledge of each other.
That one reflection.
So many roles.
The predator giving.
The prey seeking.
The teacher learning
The student teaching
The gentle fingertips
The rough ones too
So many patterns
Sensual designs
Tingling of light touch
Passion of a tight grip
Sacred knowing the soul
Desires complete us
The most simple beauty
perhaps... but
also the most complicated.
always incredible.
Being with you. ;)
You have a loving soul APPS...
It shines here.
It speaks to me.
I am following...
This beautiful path.
these dreams.
All looking for our soul.
Looking for another as well.
Simple caressing.
Knowledge of each other.
That one reflection.
So many roles.
The predator giving.
The prey seeking.
The teacher learning
The student teaching
The gentle fingertips
The rough ones too
So many patterns
Sensual designs
Tingling of light touch
Passion of a tight grip
Sacred knowing the soul
Desires complete us
The most simple beauty
perhaps... but
also the most complicated.
always incredible.
Being with you. ;)
You have a loving soul APPS...
It shines here.
I don't think I can tell you how beautiful this reply is, there are no words in creation that encompasses the my emotions, the warm point of origin in my soul, the simple connection to another human being. The deepest gift in the universe is writing a love poem to another and even then words fail me because words just don't exist. The problem is we cannot live long in the light, our spirits simply starve to death without the dark. But for brief moments we can share our souls in simple understanding before we must feed our desires. How many dreams destroyed, now many souls ripped apart by staying too long in the light, yet I am forever grateful to for these journeys out of the dark before my spirit calls me home. In this life and the next, peace and laughter witch.
31st Oct 2022 4:03pm
I am held speechless by your beautiful response. Your emotions are truly magnificent and you express them so incredibly in your writing which always flows. Writing love is something special... and when someone truly understands those words then that is something that also cannot be measured in words. We are always chasing death it seems. The light is where he resides so without the dark perhaps that's all we would see. Impending death. In the dark, time moves differently, it's driven by passion... and passion is always alive. The light of course can be so beautiful too. And everything seeks a balance. And we seek a balance in each other. Peace and laughter to you as well, Shaman!
