my minds eye

It is here that I can only dream of his weathered hands
falling into shape around my supple breasts
as they awaken to his attention.

And my hips curving into him as he
ceremoniously maps his course
with a gentle, yet discerning eye.

And I can only dream that the small of my back
will hollow and deepen to the softness
of his breath enhaling the scent of me.

And as he draws in my frame, I can only dream
of a divine natural affinity between us exisiting as
an illuminating embrace.

To dream of a place where I can hear him exhale
his contentment without fear, while his eyes speak
a sacred language before this time I've not heard......


.....only exists in my mind.