Thursday, 4 June 2015

The senses of my soul mate




He could with ease
Feel my presence in a maze of other beauties
And only yearn for me
He could fondle my weaknesses with his stare
Taste my excitement with his breath
Nurture my insecurities with his patience
Melt me with his embrace
He would hunt my jealousy and devour it with his love
My soul mate…
He would know it all
Protect, serve, love, understand, and manipulate when necessary
His caution would stand erect when near dripping tempers,
Electrocute any shadowy thoughts of past lovers with his touch
He could see through my camouflaged anger and sadness
He could see through my childish tantrums for attention
He would have no need to question when I year for him, for all that I am is his, I am his other half and he my better
He could conquer me with his senses, prince of my body,
King of my mind
My soul mate …he would be my all, after God.

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