Surrounded by velvet softness, touching, tasting, drowning in the senses of time.
Searching for wholeness. Reaching for depth. Trying, trying to find the path through the chronology of life.
Yearning for the connection, the stroke of a hand against soft skin.
Tongue tasting the sweet saltiness of tears gliding down a cheek, kissing away the ambrosia of emotion.
There is longing in the darkness, longing in the silent cries of passion, longing in the forgotten space of pain.
Grasping for the light, begging for the warm caress of pain.
The scent of the honeyed essence of desire, the wetness enveloping the ache of the velvet hardness; stroking, stroking, stroking.
Diving ever deeper into the abyss of craving, seeking for the shadow of eternity, the soul of surrender hidden inside the caliginous cave.
Surrender to the hypnotic ecstasy of love.
Where the soul plants the seeds of hope, of wonder; yearning to touch, even for a moment, a kindred passion.
Dive deep into longing, flowing into the darkness of miracles.
© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2012
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