October 2007

Two souls softening

By Petra Prensky

Afraid, I am afraid to let the touch happen,

The sweetness of your fluid embrace is lingering on my skin.

Make the magic stop; no, never stop it.

Careful dance of two souls softening,

What if I told you that I wasn’t afraid anymore?

You are safe with me

By Petra Prensky

Let me be known
As the belly hugger
Who leaves you satisfied
More deeply, than the best
Gourmet meal ever would.

Let me be known
As the dancer
Who shares in the
Deepness of soul
And leaves, herself speechless.

Let me be known
As the beloved friend
Free as a butterfly
Yet solid and present
As a rock.

Let me be known
As your mirror
Who reflects and absorbs
Your deepest heart’s desires,
and keeps them safe.