The Renaissance Poet does it again! As we close out February - Keenan Gorham reminds us that we should celebrate the loves of our lives all the time - not just on Valentine's Day!
As the night draws us close,
fitted beneath the sheets of
a sweet but sensual love,
I submit.
Though in my nature I am
all man, this very day...
this special night here - alone with you,
I become yours completely. (I wait and
anticipate the motions you're to tease
me; I yearn for the intimate sessions
you're to permit me!)
I feel the distant warmth of the
lit candles calm me, while the
scents they produce send me in a trance,
as equally it combines with the fruited scent
from your supple body.
(I can see the perfect shaped silhouette
of your frame sashay across the velvet
room, and hear your soft moans - tryin'
so seductively to entice me).
The sounds of slow melodies resonate
almost indelibly through the room...
and ironically catches each nervous
heart beat with assurance.
(I love you!)
I can almost taste the sweetness
of the humidity; as if edible delights
fill the air with pleasure... I breathe
in the aphrodisiacs of your perfumes, and soon
just melt in complete awe. I surrender
in exact comfort... for I soon begin
to feel the soothing presence of your
grace greet me with gentle care;
I hear your blithe moans run in and through me...
like an exotic temptation dousing me.
Your body, warm as a summer's honey,
your skin soft and smooth as a silken rose's
petal. (Eyes fixed with startle and
excitement; I can see the longing in your soul...
I can see the fear of being within you
finally set free!)
You reach in to kiss me, and there...
I almost pass out. The love inside you
emanates throughout my body, from
the simple tones of your full lips, to the
vast crevices of your poised yet emotional
torrents - for you are as weak as I,
but somehow I am more scared, scared to
give in only to loose again, this amazing
moment with you my love.
The night turns and spins, it
brings light in the wee of it's
own absence, it brings promise in the
midst of its own blankness...
this night, here in the moment of
love making - on our special day -
I do admit, that I let myself
go; I let my woman of desire
use me... tame me... please me...
I let the woman in my life whom
I adore forever and ever, well beyond just
this moment of consensual agreement,
be my everything in mind, body,
and spirit. My manhood I allow to rest
in the confinements of her significance of
womanhood, and my masculinity I let settle
in the depths of her femininity.
Tonight... I find love
again, I make love amore, and
I feel accomplished... I see
security... I am obedient to commitment
as am I engaged to faithfulness.
I am made whole
yet am emasculated at free will,
and I love it. There's nothing more
I care now to want, than
what my beautiful and powerful,
too sexy and intelligent woman has given
to me this very day (night) - YOU my lovely
Black sister!
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