The Moment Before
I want to touch
the sharp taste
of the moment in between
the second just before
the place where the breath catches
in anticipation.
It's the scent of heat held in the air
Between two mouths
reaching for each other, hungry.
The shine of moisture on slightly parted lips
just before
it melts into
the wetness of the other.
It is the skin that tingles
waiting
fine hairs at attention
reaching
aching.
It is the places that have not yet been touched
but know they will be.
It is the smooth, quivering paleness
of the inner thigh
as the outer is stroked and kneaded.
The muscles of the abdomen tightening
the back arching slightly
begging
come here
quickly
slowly.
There, in that moment
do not take your eyes from mine.
I am here
awake
I am reaching
to be met.
Do not touch me and keep your soul
out of your fingertips.
Die into me
or do not come into me at all.
Ever after is in this moment
happily or not.
Sacrifice the daydream.
Dare to hold the desire
for a great love.
Be with me.
JH sent me this poem once.
I love it. I sense it. I know it I have glowed in those moments just before, giving in, giving all of me.
What I say in return is ........................
The moment just after
to die into that very moment
whatever the future might hold.
Happily or not ever after
And whilst I know to trust that the future
is not actually in my own hands or anyone else's,
there is surely more for the future,
some sort of commitment
more than just this moment.
Something to work with
build upon.
Not just one single moment
of anticipation,
solitary fulfillment
and move on.
Can it not be about more moments
more just befores
making each one as unique as the last.
Complacency kills so quickly
familiarity.
Could we creativily be momentary?
Adventure, excitement,
together
in love
Love me.
Bliss
X
I don't know where JH found the poem. It is sexy and sensual and creates in me that very feeling it describes.
I long for that moment just before. Can we hold on to it?
I do not have it to give to anyone else.
Bliss
X
I want to touch
the sharp taste
of the moment in between
the second just before
the place where the breath catches
in anticipation.
It's the scent of heat held in the air
Between two mouths
reaching for each other, hungry.
The shine of moisture on slightly parted lips
just before
it melts into
the wetness of the other.
It is the skin that tingles
waiting
fine hairs at attention
reaching
aching.
It is the places that have not yet been touched
but know they will be.
It is the smooth, quivering paleness
of the inner thigh
as the outer is stroked and kneaded.
The muscles of the abdomen tightening
the back arching slightly
begging
come here
quickly
slowly.
There, in that moment
do not take your eyes from mine.
I am here
awake
I am reaching
to be met.
Do not touch me and keep your soul
out of your fingertips.
Die into me
or do not come into me at all.
Ever after is in this moment
happily or not.
Sacrifice the daydream.
Dare to hold the desire
for a great love.
Be with me.
JH sent me this poem once.
I love it. I sense it. I know it I have glowed in those moments just before, giving in, giving all of me.
What I say in return is ........................
The moment just after
to die into that very moment
whatever the future might hold.
Happily or not ever after
And whilst I know to trust that the future
is not actually in my own hands or anyone else's,
there is surely more for the future,
some sort of commitment
more than just this moment.
Something to work with
build upon.
Not just one single moment
of anticipation,
solitary fulfillment
and move on.
Can it not be about more moments
more just befores
making each one as unique as the last.
Complacency kills so quickly
familiarity.
Could we creativily be momentary?
Adventure, excitement,
together
in love
Love me.
Bliss
X
I don't know where JH found the poem. It is sexy and sensual and creates in me that very feeling it describes.
I long for that moment just before. Can we hold on to it?
I do not have it to give to anyone else.
Bliss
X
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