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GOLDEN SURRENDER


GOLDEN SURRENDER

S.JENSEN © 2018

SLIPPED INTO THE ROOM

SHOWING MORE

WARMTH THAN ANY

OTHER WOMAN

AURAS JUST GRAVITATE

AND RADIATE

QUIET SERENITY

SWEEPING TO THE BED

AND TAKING HER HAND

SMILING

I AM FEELING MUCH

BETTER NOW

AND A SMILE

RETURNED

AS I SENSED THE OTHER

HOVERING BEHIND HER

NEAR THE DOOR

WAITING

TO THE WISH CHARM

TO SEE WITH

GREAT INTEREST

THAT RETURNED FLOWER

BUD TO RELIEVE THE

ACHES AND PAINS

AND HINTS OF FLIRTING

HARMLESS AND SWEET

OH TO HER I COULD

SO EASILY BEFRIEND

YET I AM THE DANE

DESTINED TO MEET

THE TULIP FLOWERED

GODDESS

YET THIS RELIEF

OF DARK PAIN

STILL EATS AWAY

AT THIS HEART

“COMPROMISE”

IN THAT LAST

MEETING OF LIKEMINDED

SOUL SEARCHING

SWEET GRACE

BEFORE THE HEARTH

GLOWING EMBER

FLASHES CONTRAST

ON THE WHITE FUR

SOFT TO TOUCH

AGREEING ON

THE WARRANTED DESIRE

OH TARA GRANT

A CHANCE TO MEET

ONE SO HONORED

AMONG HER PEOPLE

THAT SOBERING TRUTH

IN THE GREAT HALL

EXQUISITE DARK EYES

SHINE STRAIGHT

THROUGH MY SOUL

GLITTER BELIED HER

RESPECTFUL WORDS

UNSHAKABLE COOL

WITH PATIENCE

LOOPED VIDEO

FEEDS OF WORDS

TO LET THE

CEREMONY BEGIN

ANSWER LEFT

OPEN ENDED

BECAME LIKE A

FESTIVAL IN THE DEPTHS

OF THE NIGHT

A DRUNKEN HIGH

IN EACH PHRASE

OF A ROITEROUS AFFAIR

TO THE POINT

OF TEARS

RADIANTLY HAPPY

AT THE CHANCE TO

GIVE INPUT

AND YET UNABLE

TO SAY A WORD

OH COME

OH COME

DRINK WITH ME

SHARE THIS MEAD

OF AMBROSIA

I HAVE WAITING

LIKE WRAPPING MY

LEGS AROUND

WITH PLEASURE

THE LAUGH

TO FRUITED BACCHUS

FOUNTAINS

WITH OUR UNION

WINK

WATCH THESE OLD

BLUE EYES

SPARKLE

IN THE MUSE

I WAIT FOR IT

WAY TURNED ABOUT

LET OUR FATIGUED

DISTRACTIONS

BE MERE MOMENTS

OF INTENSE SECURITY

IN BATHING

TOGETHER IN SUMMER’S RAYS

FOR SHE WISHES

AS THE TENSIONS

ARE WASHED AWAY

MUSIC SOUNDS

IN HER EARS

OF LOVE SO DEEP

AND TRUE

RISES AND THE FLUSH

OF ROSE

INCREASED

UPON HER CHEEKS

TO LOOK A GAZE

UPON THE RISE

AND FALL OF HER

BREAST BENEATH

THE FLIMSY LINEN GOWN

LETTING THE WATER

POUR DOWN OVER

MY CHEST

CLOSING MY EYES

HER GOWN FLOWING

TO AND FRO IN THE WIND

AS THE GATE

IS GRABBED

AND LATCHED SO NOT

TO BE RIPPED FROM

ITS HINGES

AND RETURNING

SOAKED TO THE GILLS

RAGES OF DESIRE

CONSUME MY INNER FIRE

TO CREST THIS SOUL

AS NOW

DRIPPING NAKED

BEFORE ME

CATCHING THE PULSE

OF IN AND OUT

OF THIS WAKEFULNESS

TO HAVE THIS MIND

AGAIN LULLED AS WELL AS

SENSES WITH MOTION

AND TOUCH

AND THE SCENT…

I LOVE ALWAYS

@}--;-----

I AM STILL WAITING...


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