La Verite De L'Amour

I fantasized you’d found me Caressing every curve with care fascinated by my flaws Realizing what it is to be with a woman so real unlike those portraits of perfection like manufactured mannequins Not today’s definition of desirable Shoulders and hips too broad with a bit of a belly resembling a Rubens painting refusing to starve myself into submission to become a slave to an impossible ideal Your touch sent twinges and tingles through every needful nerve passionately possessing every part of me our ethereal, eager essences propelled to a higher plane of existence Two wanderers in the wilderness finally finding what we’d sought after so many years of yearning La vérité de l'amour