2008 erotic poem, a seduction to an unrevealed lover.
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I am the touch of earnest hands
laid upon you to please you, release you.
to dare and share and care your pleasure,
a treasure to my soul, your ecstasy,
your surrender to this tender trespass.
I would touch and taste and listen
for as long as you would let my other senses
without pretense take tensioned flesh and unleash
all you are, to the waiting universe,
keeping back only the moments in which
you let me, if only for a instant, be lover
and friend and servant to your necessity.
I would capture your ragged breath between
my lips and lay hands upon hips that deserve
more than the artifice of desire, but the fire
that burns and learns more in a single touch
than in ten thousand pretty words, waits.
soft passion bids me to dream of you, alive
with your blossoming heart and to take
what is given, with gratitude and deep, delicious
touch and melting into something that is more
than the twain that met in a wet moment.
I am surrendered unto your most perfect joy.
I would worship your body as evidence of God.
William F. Devault. all rights reserved.