The Dance Of love 06/25/09

[Randy]

The Dance Of Love



I stand here waist deep, showered in confetti raining down-
Your love. And as it rises past my head until I am unseen,
I suffocate and die the sweetest of deaths.
Reborn, refound, discovered in your soft embrace.

What you have done to me. What I have become.
The gentleman turned madman;
Mad. Blissfully insane with burning passion,
for you, your every inch, and the air around you.

To... To hold you and kiss your lips.
To see myself looking back through your eyes.
How your throat speaks in sighs of ecstasy,
when you silently affirm my love is at home.

Your warm soft breasts budding with anticipation.
Your honey offerings to my tastebuds, as well as to the sheets.
The dance of love, such little room needed.
My soul, your soul, one soul, dancing evermore.





Randy L. Turner
copyright 2009