To exist resisting it.
But here because that had been done.
Sometimes I believe we wish,
To be submissive.
Cloaked as we are in an aggressiveness.
To love and be in bliss with it…
With someone kissing between pillow talk,
After sex has satisfied our desires…
Fantasizes!
We wonder about the excitement of it,
Before we close our eyes to sleep at night.
And this is done more,
Before and/or after a relationship ends.
And we place the blame upon those we have mated.
Those we waited to lay and bait our passions…
Without a stroke that exposed desires now felt.
Sometimes I believe we live,
To deny we wish to be loved.
To exist resisting it.
But here because that had been done.
By two who knew love!
Or was that lust?
And we lay wishing to have someone special…
Lusting for a life loved,
Between heated sheets shared.
To reach and repeat what is found,
In a togetherness that is free of conflict…
Long after climax satisfies a peak that remains,
Forever delicious.
Sometimes I believe we wish this too much.
And we continue to seek someone,
To keep us in touch with the basicness of it.
Like the taste of fruit that seems to stay fresh,
Always.
How do we keep this taste for love replenished?
How do we keep a piece of fruit bitten,
To sit on lips remembered…
Each time the juice of it is licked.