Tsani Jones - For One Certain Lady

Radiance.
The heat of the sound
Of the vision you are.
This is how I see you.

Hypnosis.
This spell, the enchantment,
A hole in the sphere of being
An unconnected erotic misplacement.

It comes as one,
Dissipates,
In animal warmth, a mating call,
Physically sent, not sounded, but prepared.

At times, you have wandered as
A myriad in my dreams,
And I know you have felt it,
The uncanny lovers' urge.

At times, you have wandered as
A myriad in my dreams,
And I know you have felt it,
The uncanny lovers' urge.

You are ice,
But only in this moment.
Melting is not just an accomplishement,
A goal as well.

Flowing.
As the depths of
The mighty rivers,
I as your riverbed.

A riverbed of mud,
Yes, of course.
But from dust was I formed
And to dust I shall return.

Electric.
As the morning sun I arrive
To greet you, caressing your skin
In the only way my quiet heart is yet allowed.

I would to surround you
Within my light
Barrierless, but containing
Love that you crave,
Which is light.

I weave ghostly hands
In the strands of silken hair
That human digits only cry
To groom.

But now,
Hopefully only for now,
My orgasmic climax comes through
The media of verbosity.

Fare thee well, my lover,
Even as I yet long for you,
Our paths shall cross
Again and again,

When I drink from your eyes,
Pluck the flower from my hair,
And with a tug of your hand,
Gently, as a feather, call 'Follow Me'.

Tsani Jones

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