Familiar

Just now,
You slipping
Into my arms…

I marvel
Yet again…

At our connection.

Somehow,
Our limbs,
Know exactly
How to interlink,

Bringing your
Beautiful,
Soft,
Sensuous
Body…

Into mine.

You,
Resting on my shoulder,
Cascading the richness
Of your mane,
Waves of Spring,
Building,
And cresting,
Before my eyes.

Your breasts,
Enjoining my chest,
Consummating a connection
Of muscle and silk,
Enrich the moment,
With depth
And a subtle
Sensuality.

Your heartbeat,
Felt deep within me,
Mine,
Now,
Replicating your beat,
Following your lead,
Adding a natural rhythm
To our communion.

Your hips,
Desiring,
Delicious,
Demanding my attention
And respect,
State our collective cause,
Necessitating my reply.

All of this,
So miraculous.

Two human beings,

Two physical beings,

Each so different,

Yet each so the same,

Knowing,
And needing
A faultless reflection
Of the other.

And so we join.

The beauty of you,

And the glory of you,

So special to me,

So gorgeous,

So blessed,

So comforting,

So…

So perfectly,

Familiar.

© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

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