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Her Body's Language

her eyes bespoke          
in a knowing and familiar gaze          
he marveled at those beautiful brown marbles          
as they said to the man:        
          
meet us at providence          
we've seen visions just for you and I          
magnified as creation intended        
prepared to bond and build      
with you temple home and sanctuary    
          
her hips interjected          
balancing grace and power          
ever so effortlessly          
their smooth swaying          
sensuously crooned to the man:        
          
we got that      
staying power my love          
built to cushion and caress the chiseled weight of you      
be it day or night between us you will always      
receive a warm and soothing homecoming        
as reprieve from this world          
          
her ample bosom chimed in      
with esoteric whispers...soft spoken as always          
yet never to go unnoticed as        
she promised the man :        
          
we got the sustenance to      
nourish your future...come plant your seed          
and we'll see to it that it grows      
that it is rooted in truth and scales of justice      
righteously raised in honor of you          
          
her legs stepped forward      
steeped in confidence      
steadied in their delicate pace        
commanding his utmost and urgent attention          
as their presence boldly stated          
to the man :      
     
we have retraced your footprints      
as you have traced the footprints of your higher      
keeping in rhythmic stride with you      
in silence for millennia as we sojourn along      
our trail of destiny          
          
entering as only they could          
her back and shoulders gleamed..sun-struck          
moving in sync with the effervescence of      
soul and solace          
austere and regal in posture          
proclaimed to the man:        
          
we do not carry baggage          
we carry a litany of life's lessons          
merging intuition with intellect      
cultivating wizdom's fruit...firm yet feminine and fair      
forever receptive to the touch and gaze      
of your loving masculine          
          
her arms not to be outdone          
as the cradle of affection and affirmation            
weaving ascension through the tapestry of her wind rider      
she signified to the man:      
          
we have an aching      
abundance of hugs awaiting you      
for just as a woman yearns fulfillment          
a man needs his pillars of comfort as well        
let us flower you...shower you      
in the cornucopia of refreshments      
our secret garden has      
to offer you      
     
her lips...luscious bilingual          
and full of patience            
joined the conversation at last          
and simply smiled...assuring the man:        
          
here's your invite to our heart        
reservation for one...knock softly and you may enter          
but please....be conscious and cautious      
not to knock too many things over      
in your loving clumsiness      
the table has already been set      
there really isn't too much for you to do      
outside of you being true to your      
Original self
     
 
Written by Naajir
Published | Edited 7th Oct 2023
Author's Note
repost from 2012...remastered
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