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Midnight Pondering
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Poems | 2006 and beyond Is it so wrong to long
for that tender touch?
To be touched, slightly rough,
with feelings beyond lust,
the physical embodiment of love
but transcending "just physical"?
To have need for that caress,
smooth and warm breaths
gliding over and glazing the skin
from head to toe,
a sweetness so pure...
...could it truly be called "sin"?
When spirit touches spirit
and hearts beat as one,
the needing to feel all of it,
temperatures hot like the sun,
giving and taking until
unbridled rivers run...
Meeting eye to eye, lips to lips,
hands to hands, hips to hips,
skin to skin,
mouth to here and there,
sparks kindling
the fires within...
...is it so wrong to dream
and pray for just this?
To direct one's visions
to manifest the initiating kiss?
Is it so wrong to hold it all in,
when the one whom you desire
may never give in?
Is it so wrong to attempt
to redirect
such an intense affect
(given the circumstances)
to another subject?
Maybe... "yes..."
this is what my heart says.
But to dream and scheme of a way
to fulfill a deep, but primal need...
...the ancient ritual that is most
fulfilling (it seems)
when it comes to be
through two true lovers
with nothing in between
to separate each being...
...just the essence that feeds
this deeply spiritual physical deed...
...is it so wrong?
I think only
if the fulfillment of the need
never comes to be.
thank you, poppy_bird2011
thanks for the commentary. i appreciate your views on the topic. i do agree that the appreciation of true intimacy is definitely overlooked too often these days.
a lot of folks (male or female) don't put weight on it as much these days, reduce it to an act. if that's one's prerogative, however, so be it. i understand because i can understand the need in all ways, but at the same time, i have always understood (if not at the forefront of my consciousness, lurking in the back of my mind) the deeper spiritual context of engaging in such an act.
as young folk, we make our mistakes or when one's been hurt enough, one chooses to push aside the depth and focus on the pleasure of the "no strings attached" act, trying to have fun, finding joy again. there are (i'm sure) many other reasons why people don't revel in the value of the deeper spiritual context of engaging in the act. whatever the reason though, at some point, i assume that anyone with a good degree of connection to their own spirit will realize how much of a waste of time it is to reduce the act to just that.
i myself, through some experience, have come to that realization that i don't want that empty, "just for fun" engagement. there's no real satisfaction in it in the end. it reduces humanity, worth so much more, to mere tools of the flesh. i prefer a real connection with someone. and after what i've experienced in the past few years, it would be extremely difficult for me to be fully in the experience if there's no remote hope in a future with that person. i want what i want. poem only touches on it a little. :)