It starts with…
A movement. So slight, so pulling.
You see it and you raise, contributing a movement of your own.
It’s like so many things…
But you only understand it as a language.
A powerful force that is never disobeyed.
It tells you when to go, it tells you when to stop.
It dictates your judgment and opens your perception.
Then you know…
Then you know what to do…
Then you know what to do in the moment…
Kiss,
Kiss,
Grab here
Touch there.
Lick up,
Lick down,
And although no one has ever formally given a universal interpretation of it,
We remain fluent in its way.
We know when to look, we know when to look away
and focus.
Take it somewhere else and continue…
Now she’s under me,
Or should I say we’re riding on gravity.
I swing my sword never to kill but to bring life,
So powerful and illuminating.Before I enter the battlefield I must always
Taste of the fruits for which I fight,
To remind me of its divinity
And if It is gods desire, I will fight to the death and never look back…
This is our language,
Watch as I speak to it.
I no longer see because of my connection to it.
But I hear a song, a song of the oceans
With crashing waves and seductive woodwinds
I feel it move in my mouth just as the winds breeze the mountaintop.
And I stand at the peak…
Oh but it tells me to slide down…so I slide down,
It says faster, I say I’m to high, it says faster
So I walk faster…I talk fasterBut never in a rush,
the steps must be even,
Left right, left right, left right, marching…
Rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm,
Love love love…
Maybe this is why my breath smells like hers.
Tastes like hers
Because she is in me…
I speaks to it, it yells back.
My tongue moves, yet only her body moves back.
Moves back…
My tongue moves again as her body moves again
As my tongue moves again and her body moves again
And my tongue moves again as her body moves again
And her body moves again as my tongue moves again…
Now she’s lost in a hurricane of revolving energy.
What have I done…what am I doing.
I must save her,
For she is Like a moth being burnt by the flames of desire,
don’t go into the light…but she tells me that the light is calling,
Louder and louder, magnetism draws her near to it
And I take a deep breathe only to be poisoned by an overflow of emotion
It takes me to explore its benevolence and though I’m afraid,
It tastes so good…the light is touching her and I swallow its forces.
She’s on fire. Burning. Burning…Burning.
I look up at her and I see the flames getting brighter
As she looks down and says it’s almost over
As if being struck by lightning,
And liking it…
It has subsided,
But I tell her..
it is not over.
There is a far away land,
We have a map, we must go.
I prepare with haste and much reverence for glory.
She is up first,
She climbs into the seat of destiny.
Slides down, It slides in.
Still wet from the resting storm,
It waits…
