Sensual Connection
To resolve this thirst, a path to which
I crave to escort you.
I want to reveal,
How it is to be cherished, adored.
Love is not to be fleeting, like paper aflame,
but designed to be passionate and dramatic,
to build leisurely, gracefully
with ever increasing crescendos,
one atop another,
spreading a single ember, patiently
into an inferno,
then letting it burn wildly,
only to add more tinder.
Tiny building blocks of pleasure,
stacked gently, carressingly, lavishly,
one next to another.
Intended to last dusk til dawn.
Extinguished only by a body and soul quenching,
felt deeply, exquisitely.
In a way, nothing else can.
A sensual connection
lasts a lifetime.
Copyright © Linda Smith | Year Posted 2011
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