Daily Bit Of Beauty

You leave me speechless with the mere thought of your embrace. I am high by the dream of your perfection. I can do nothing but put myself to sleep with a labor of self love that only you can incite in me. After which I am swept away to a land of infinity where I am able to see you and touch you with my heart. This dream is so real, I can see you... My dear "you" are a poem. I have discovered a beautiful Poem and all at once my world is turned upside down, I have discovered an alluring Poem, turning some darkness into light, I have discovered a marvelous Poem analogous to finding comfort in the night. A Divine Poem! A Sublime Poem! A Fine Poem! An I want to make mine Poem! A dream of being intertwined with Poem! A not just any 'ol five line Poem! This is an "Alive" Poem! -let me rephrase- This "Poem" is actually alive. Living, Breathing, capable of loving you back. Even giving you a lovely whack in the head- with her beauty. Yes, this poem is a she. I guarantee. A soft, tender, woman of a goddess. What's another word for ensnare, oh yea, entrap... Yours is a trap I would gladly walk into. And I will, and I do. Falling into your trap leads my heart to blaze. It has made me mad with desire. In this madness, I search for you in the garden, the perfect flower amongst the thorns. The fire of my passion, clears the way to you. I have found you, as my canvas.. And only the most delicate intricate masterful brushstrokes, with only the most vibrant paints, and the deepest passion my heart could conjure up. With the brush slowly caressing the contours of the canvas with incredible detail and perfect pressure. Highs and Lows and Plateaus. Long strokes of deep color, short fast strokes of perfect hues. An enveloping radiance that shines out into the entire universe. The finished product would be a masterpiece that would outlive the greatest artworks of history and would bring awe to canvas and artist alike, for only these two to share in the ecstasy of their creation. My heart is racing, my whole body is pulsating with the thought of you in ecstatic rapture. It is a quiet storm, what is the source of this magnetism? This dream is too much for me to handle, I can smell you although I cannot touch you, I can feel you although I cannot see you, I need completion I need fulfillment, my body is screaming your name, and I am making myself dizzy in ecstasy for you. I am imagining all the wonderful experiences we will share and all the delicious things I will do to you... I want to lay you down in a bed of flowers, and delicately remove yor crown of roses. I can do nothing but stare into your eyes, while my hands are out of my control combing their fingers through your hair.. and caressing the beautiful contours of the face that I have been searcing for. Moment by moment moving closer to your whole being, closer to your lips, closer to your heart.. I can do nothing but surrender to the longing of my body reaching out for you. If the moment ever comes that my lips touch yours, I will quiver in ecstasy. Slowly these hands that I no longer recognize as my own slip to lightly touch and caress your hips and then fall down between your legs. Kissing, pulsations, vibrations, crazy energy, and complete rapture. My finger glide between your thighs as my electric fingertips carefully move to instill the most gentle pressure on the most perfect flower in all the world. slow circles, slowly but surely allowing your delicate bud to whisper what it wants, "slower, faster, more pressure, less pressure, yes, like that, dont stop" and your mouth never has to say a word, your body tells me all I need to know.. besides I am not letting you stop kissing me.... my soft fingertips can only dream to feel your inner world, and send beautiful lights of pleasure up your spine, to a place that was created by the divine, by you. Your lips slip between my fingers, and meanwhile, you are so paralyzed by this insane pleasure that you didnt even realize that I wasnt kissing you any more and my tongue and lips are happily working their way down your neck to your nectar giving nipples. My tongue is gently circling your nipples, light kisses, tiny soft nibbles, sweet sucking, and perfect pleasure for us together... Dont forget where my soft masterful fingers are... it is so perfect, more perfect that you have ever been touched before, it is as if you are touching yourself... after a few minutes of worshipful kisses over every morsel of your being, all the way up to your belly button, then your mouth, because I cant stand being away from those lips.. and then back down.. My mouth so velvetly takes you into it and holds it on my tongue in a dizzying array of feelings that you didnt dream possible... you are screaming in ecstasy.. and after a few more of these dangerously insane moments of pleasure.. I awake! knowing that this is your gift to me. You my divine woman.. my goddess.. God.. This is your gift to all of creation. So Sacred, So Divine.. Damn she is fine!