divine projection, crystal clear.

In dreams, I rarely see his face. I only know it's him because of the way we feel. The elusive energy I perceive in waking life becomes amplified. A steady thrum, humming through my cells. Butterfly affecting; cocooning me in etheric silk. Addictive sensations: wintertime, one down comforter, two warm bodies. cool breezes and sun-lazy limbs. lemony, my lips pucker. can i have a kiss? fresh as two peas newly released from the pod. tartly sweet, succulent meat, wholely edible. pomegranate. yum.

I come, awake with its taste on the tip of my tongue. Greedy for more.

I can't say if it's about him, or if he was sent to be the trigger. Either way I'm attuned to this new signal. For me it holds the frequency of true love and romance. Yes, romance. I can see the possibilities again. No nambypamby hearts and flowers config...I merely see the possibilities again. Drawn by its siren song, I long to be even closer. I'm already chomping at the little bit I got, and it's just enough fuel for me to swim upstream. Almost there...I feel it; and am not afraid. This is definitely not something I want to enjoy from a safe distance, masturbate into temporary submission, or sublimate into my work. Fuck that - I got hips that want to twerk.

So, when I get there? Best believe I'll be bold enough to step to it. Be fetching. Say hell yeah I wanna get all flush up against that. Deep in it. Willing to do what it takes to win it. And there will be no worries about reciprocity.

Mark my words...better than a movie.

Posted by Lisa at April 20, 2008 06:35 PM