Just a part of you

You've got all these hurdles, these sets of criteria, you must have, to get to this point. The point a man gets the ownership of a piece of you. A claim of the curve of you, from your waist over your hip, cascading down your bottom to the smile at the crease at the top of  your leg.

Deep down, after all the other parts have been meet, the ultimate, the essence is this spot. There is nothing that has to be, it has no lead up or climax. Just the feel of your skin,  fingertips playing your notes, tingle with the terrain of softness, dragging them over you, gently, the surface clear and expansive. No angle, just slopes, like fresh snow on a mountain top, the powder of you is skied by this touch over your slope.

Whipped cream over angel food sponge cake, the best.

 

Improved by only a kiss.  To go to this place, blaze a trail to the summit or heavenly valley, where all pleasure  is real, the destination where you never wish to leave. Garden of Eden for the two.  Don't ask me to take a bite of apple, it will lift me away from the place I wish to be, with you.

 

Could you let me in if I asked?

 

Would letting me in, be temporary?

 

Nothing's permanent! How long could you ever let this place be a possession of another? You hold me in your spell, a gentle grip, by this traversing of you.

 

I can't go to that place unless your willing.

 

I don't want the remnants of what is left after you leave, the deepness of the curve, strength of your muscle, crease of a step taken. Those smiles like the top of a heart, they roll up and over, inverted from behind.

 

In an embrace, my hands would go down, cupping you in each hand, like goblets full of fine wine. Your bunch of grapes held in each hand , never letting any fall off the vine.

I imagine plucking your fruit, with a kiss, the juice bursting in my mouth, quenching the thirst for you.

 

I must have this part of you, nothing else matters.

I would never wish to have this, than forever.

Just a touch in a night of bliss would be a dream. Dreams don't last, a day interrupts the world that's chosen for this moment. Day or night, conscious or not, I would wish your goddess be within my life.

Do not come if you are not ready to allow yourself in.  No longer tease me.  I don't want to live a memory of you.

I no longer wish to ask for this part of you. Please let me know the point it occurs so I will not have to lift my hand, only to take you in. No word must cross your lips other than yes.

 

Softness of warm butter will spread over your luscious muffin, so I can savior you well past the time it takes to move my knife over you. After the moment passes you glow from within, repeating over and over until the glass full of you, empties into nothing. Each sip of you as lovely as the first.

 

All those that have another, can miss this insight, blinded by the having rather than the desire. Be there for me, this feminine essence. Don't keep me from the other side. All that is you, is what any man desires. Prove to me how masculine you can be but keep from destroying your essence while being present in the world, men run. Know your place is all about you. Appreciate the goddess in you, find a way to maintain it forever. Get ahead living in a mans world, but keep the her in you. There are parts, no man can change, don't be talked into being anything that you are not. Turmoil erupts each time you must find your way on his side. For you to have a life, you have to find a man who doesn't want the border crossed. The edge, meets without crossing. Keep the feminine that he desires.

 

Long hair, soft fixtures, terrain with undulating texture, can't help but catch my attention. If you are going to do that, then be aware that I'm going to do what I do when you walk into my sight.