It’s Only Natural

Reach into the fathoms of my emotion…

Gaze into the depths of my eyes…

Study the contours of my face.

Let your fingers trace,
A silken line across my cheek.

On my skin,
And deeply inside my flesh,
A growing…

And now racing…


And with the pulsation,
Do you feel the cascading warmth,
And dilation,
Of my heat?

Do you sense that,
In your flesh,
As well?

Is your heart,
Building in beat,
As well?

In my eyes,
And in my body,
You cannot escape noticing
The unquestionable,
And undeniable change.

Do not fight it.

Do not forego it.

Neither of us,
Can evade it…

Nor can,
Or should we stop
One another.

What we both fantasize about…

And paint with vivid,
Seductive colors
In our minds’ eyes,

Is our now.

Neither right…

Nor wrong,

Simply our moment,
To express,
In breath,
And beat…

A passion.

This time is ours,

And beautiful.

Release yourself.


As I will,


It’s our fortune.

It’s our blessing…

It’s beautiful,
And sumptuous.

It’s only us…

It’s only natural.



© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

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3 thoughts on “It’s Only Natural

  1. Your poetry always reads like a brook — a breathless brook.

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    1. Wow! Thank you!!! Really nice of you to describe it that way!

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