BEAUTIFUL PRECIPICE

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BEAUTIFUL PRECIPICEŠ

I shouldn't do this,
Write these words, I mean.
Words that expose my soul,
Bare my needs,
And betray my emotions.
To a woman who didn't ask for any of it.
But my soul is pure.
And my emotions for you untainted
By anything known to women and men.

The gods compel me to try to please you.
Having no choice, I obey.
Lest the gods frown on one of their own.
But I am confused by what the gods have wrought.
They have blessed me with images of exquisite fantasies. Of you.
And cursed me with a beautiful view.
From a precipice
Higher than any they have fashioned for me before.

I want to please you
In every possible way.
Not only of the flesh.
But of everything you are.
And can be.
I want to create A symphony of sound
With words no one else can hear.
A sound conceived For no one but you.
I want to create a safe place
Inside us and between us in full view of the world
Where our souls can meet.
Touch.
Caress.
Or do whatever your soul desires.
And no one would know.
Unless you required it.

I want to please you
Where you have never been pleased before. I
I want to touch you in sacred places of your psyche.
And virgin places of your soul.
I want to hold you.
And feel you wax warm and safe In my arms.
I want to look into your eyes
And escape inside you To sing a song from my youth.
A prophesy from Rogers and Hammerstein
That only you would hear.

"You're in my dreams And in my life."
A quote.
Remember?
Going in opposite directions and meeting at every turn? Had the fates Started a new chapter?
Or some other entity A new experiment?
With you and me as subjects?
Scary.
Cause.
I didn't know what to say.
(Perhaps I should say something Dumb).
"I'm not in your life yet."
Another quote.
Embarrassing.
So I escaped Without saying goodbye.

But you were in my head Again.
And I didn't want to do anything about it.
Except wait for a party.
And wonder if we could make a dream come true
(Or if you wanted to)
In a room I could not find or we could not go to Safely. But I did find you.
Beautiful.
Delightful.
And clothed with a radiance
That couldn't have been as brilliant as I saw.

You let me hold you.
To dance.
And when you held me I felt music.
Not the music we danced to.
It clanged badly off key in comparison to
The music that came from your soul,
An adagio of the sweetest sound my own soul had ever heard or felt.
Making me feel something that had to be repressed.
And then know the pain repression demands.

But how can I speak of souls touching
When our eyes have barely met?
And caressing was not an option.
I should dismiss you of course.
Like I did When you were in my head before.
At a time you never knew.
I struggled to get you out.
And cursed at my success.
This time, I'll let you stay.
And cherish all the pleasure you give me
While you are here
In this place where you belong.
At least for now.
In a pink dress, this time.
My last view Of a body that could make evil men weep.
And holy men swear.
Me?
I will weep and swear.
Beneath a smile.
For I am both.
Evil and holy.
But not scary.
Another gift from the gods.
To one of their own.

I try not to think of that.
Of your body, I mean.
Your persona intoxicates me.
But your body makes me drunk.
For you are comely O Daughter of Paradise.
Blessed by your creator
As He has blessed and graced few others of your fair gender.

I want to lie down beside you
And feel you anticipating heaven
Even as you live.
I want to look into your eyes
And slip inside your pulsating body as I bask in the warm wet glow of your naked body Even as you call on God, screamed my name, and other erotic things.
Most of all I want to feel you Inside me.
Touching virgin places of my psyche. And sacred parts of my soul.

But if none of this comes to past.
And I am left to my own devices.
I will leap from your beautiful precipice.
Drink in last glimpses of you in my rapid descent.
Watch dreams and fantasies die in my crash.
Arise quickly.
Forget I ever wrote this.
And appreciate forever
What joy and pleasure
This enfant prelude has already given me.

By BW

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