Standing in your parlour
“I’m to old to be coy.”
You say as the dress falls
and you stand naked before me:
Naked and defiant and vulnerable.
Honouring me with your trust.
“Take me.” you whisper, but i do not.
I run my eyes over your body
There are scars, and marks and
imperfections. My gaze is piercing
but you do not flinch from me. Slowly,
I strip off my clothes, piece by piece,
revealing the story of my life.
I kiss each scar and imperfection,
of your body and soul,
with reverence and with awe
for these marks have made you.
I kiss them to bring you healing:
Just as your touch and tears and
nakedness brings healing to me.
“Take me,” you whisper again, “take me, now”
And, in the perfect intimacy
of our shared nakedness
I do...
Hey, I really liked this work. In this day when the perfection of the body is blown so far out of any kind of reality, when people spend thousands hiding scars and wrinkles, it is awesome to read something that has love and acceptance written in to it. Thank you so much.
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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You have a romantic soul...
Bobbi
tenderness within it, the trust, and the fulfillment!!
What vulnerability!!!! But, oh what reward...
Nancy
A real gentleman penned this!!
Love Tinka