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Unconditionalove
Sugar love down my soul leaves me exposed to my own, juxtaposed with the intense emotion I feel by my placement in her room, like my newborn from her womb explodes senses when I contemplate those moments as they were to be what they are while my moon appears so far.
She�s the only star in my sky, the only feature in my film, so sensual yet spiritual like God�s hymn as it seems there�s no other way to be if she as she is, a blessing to me.
True, I admit to my MENTOR the method of which I�m made. I dare not degrade another, for I�m flawed. I�ve been seen so, but HE placed me more in the know when I speak with My angel. She stands as more with one sweet hand placed on the knob of the door and another, so accepting, with glee, to enter what I figure to be my home; what she expects to be takes me away from my �me against the world� attitudes in which I feel so alone.
Those days are gone.
Queen Quintessential underlies my potential and it indeed takes a man like me to understand the food for us all to feed. The lady leads like most should in this world of evil where we hope for our better parts, halves and any intertwined in the math to be good.
She stands in grace � sensual and impenetrable, forcing fearlessness on one sweet heart with never a thought in departing from love; from this love; from our love; from what, when we look into one another�s eyes, appears to be messages and a destiny from above the subliminal skies.
Complete, and all in me like I see when I seek her inside of what I believe to be the closest I can get to He. Insatiable like unhappy doves ...
Unconditional love.
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