I have touched you many times,
Kissed your eyelids with my silence
Touched your lips with my words
From a distance you drink in my scent knowing
That for all time you will succumb to my demands.
I have mastered you and you like it so do not fall at my feet.
Kiss my wisdom know my flavor.
Kissing wisdom is a mutual undertaking
When summoning you once more.
Upon awakening, you realize that what you experience
Is more than whimsy.
I bid you come into my sensual intellectual womb
And resting for a moment feed your fantasy and your need.
As you come through my soul, you become anxious
Tasting forbidden fruit, you enter my servitude happily
Enslaved by words written across your passion.
My name is engraved upon you for all time as you
Touching your heart, feel me there.
Seeking to deny yourself, you touch me once more.
Between words we touch, reach, and feel
More than one should be allowed to feel.
And dare not turn away from the dance.
A dance, which feels as good as grass between my toes,
And the warmth of the sun upon my bosom.
A bosom where fantasy and reality meet
Mirroring sunset and sunrise
As fingertips kiss the strokes of tools that bring me to you
And you to me.
Where will you find me…...look.
Come quickly to an awaiting paradigm called paradise
Which lies at the tip of my fingers and in my minds eye.
I am what you fear most.
Dedication to my joy which is you.