Great Flaring Forth

I know I have met her, The wise one, The one who loves me; The one I love, When I can dance with no thought of who Iam, sing without worrying about how I sound, defecate while she watches, fart knowing it’s alright for her to ear the rumble and smell the content, when I am late yet she smiles and I am not guilty. I can laugh at nothing at all. Our eyes meet an I am not embarrassed. she tells me I am beautiful. I know it’s true. I wriggle my waist in dance, It turns her on. She wants to have the whole of me And feel the pleasure Of me inside her, Wriggling and pounding, Punching and pulsating, Heartbeats entwined, Breathing to each other’s pulse, Releasing in freedom I lose control To the ****** that is life. Life is an ******, Self-freeing and regenerating , Healing and creating. That she knows, and lures me into her sensual elements, a seduction hard to resist. She draws me in Her irresistible beauty, To the point of no return, Now I know Without any shame, What she has always invited me to, That life is a shameless ******. She looks at me with a smile, When all is said and done, She loves my wildness. NsamuMoonga. 21/02/2014