The Space Between the Notes

You are

beauty, soft kisses, warm hands,

music

Long hugs, sweet dreams, pleasure imagined and felt
in my desire,

You are
a promise of love and so much more.

who wouldn't want to taste you, please
you, give their sex, their body, their spirit to you.

Who wouldn't want to
drink your nectar,
smell your fragrance
and keep it lingering
wrapped around their nostrils.

Words that fall from your lips push, pull, promise
beauty, soft kisses, warm hands, and

music

Your mind is a labyrinth of myth and meaning
I pause, listen and watch in awe as it pulses
I gladly rush in
to be offered up, a whole beating heart
sacrificed gladly in that moment

sharing a bit of who

You are