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Overflow (today love looks like this) (could be considered a wee bit on the intimate side, but not so far as smut methinks)
How does love come?
Little dumplings of affection
bowling toward one’s general direction?
The collection, a joyous bundling leap and roll?
Or a slow reflective scooping of the buoyant, warm, loveliness?
Where does love go?
Melting wonders, once snowflake perfect
slipping through the crevices of unknowing, uncaring?
Or suddenly withheld/abandoned, icy, walling brutality?
Hideous aching, longing wearing slowly away, eventually?
Amid the birdsong and banter
I perch between these two
Love lost, love sweetly offered
That’s the thing about love...
In order to survive, it must be renewed regularly
Connections rewoven
Warm lamp lit illuminations softly focussed often
Jewels of familiarity, and surprise, embedded here and there,
and newly set from time to time
Such a tapestry, dusted and aired with reverent attention
Fondly laid beneath sumptuous picnic fare
(Blueberries placed with fingers between lips)
Brazenly wound around bare flesh in midnight frolics, enticingly dishevelled
Draped lasciviously across the so slow sensuality of tender caressing
That sets afire hungry lustful joining
Here is my altar, warn and smoothed
My dwelling comfort
The ember, suddenly emblazoned, of heated bloodfed yearning
At thought, or word, or lips in proximity
The sweet blush and swell after soft sweep of contact
Pulling at pleasure, tugging at desire
The sudden recognition of beauty at the crease in the corner of a lover’s smile
The ocean deep perfection engulfing one within a lover’s gaze
Moisture lingering on fingers pressed boldly from lips to lips
The exquisite gates of bliss giving way to these intoxicating occurrences
We are blessed who know this
I have sat at loves threshold many times
Weeping sore (thinking never to repair)
Or glowing with delight (and all the world is wonderfilled goodness)
Either way, far too much to contain in one life
Where then lands the overflow?
Creating love abundantly
Today, this is enough
Critiques
Cloudthings
16 years 8 months ago
Ooops! Blush... Thanks for your good eyeballs here, well done
DawningDaytripper
16 years 8 months ago
Your comments on love and
Cloudthings
16 years 8 months ago
I just revamped so you might have missed the slacker version (ho
Orphani
16 years 8 months ago
ok c. let get the
Cloudthings
16 years 8 months ago
(like brushing a speck from a jewel), that's so diplomatic & end
Worldwide Freeride
16 years 8 months ago
Tug o' love!
Cloudthings
16 years 8 months ago
That's good, I prefer a little soul with my lust