i love you..longing for words more accurate

Out beyond ideas of wrong doing and right doing

there is a field.

I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,

the world is too full to talk about.

Ideas, language, even the phrase each other

doesn’t make any sense.

Rumi

moss woods beckoning our smiles as we tread new steps into the unknown

the history of yearnings..drawn you in to their mysteries

oh ye, little faith to understand, there beats a heart yearning

for the opening air and the dawn of dreams

waited so long

in quiet

in stillness

arguably questioning

.may this suffering be not for naught..after our hearts are broken..and sears in our armour..the chinks and dents to show our battles..yet, may we rise, ever stronger

may i feel your lips upon my skin

unafraid

may you kiss me, anew

unafraid

may you let me love you

as you lips graze me

as your hands skim my skin

my senses

my thoughts

my dreams

may i offer you this pleasure

my breath, gentle gasps savouring the moment of our beginning

new sensations, igniting fire, eradicating fear

feathers upon my cleavage

i kiss you

i love you as i softly trace the mountains in your shoulders

dance your spine

until i love and worship you

in sacred space

and whisper your name

evoke your desire

pleasure, full

let there only be now

let my love fill you

and amaze you

sate you

and excite you

soar you

and sear you

let me love you again