What if…

By Petra Prensky

The sweetness of your fluid embrace is lingering on my skin. Your scent is mingled with mine. I can still smell you. You gracious, strong, tender being you. Moving in unison, not being afraid of my own body’s reaction. Instead marveling at it, creating stillness, inwardness, so I can feel the reaction to your touch in my body. We are like lovers dancing in harmony, sometimes stepping on each others toes, getting thrown off balance.

What if I told you that I loved you. Would that spoil everything? Would it make the magic stop? Please God, don’t stop it, never stop this. This careful dance of two souls softening. I am melting, melting into my being, my uninhibited self. What if I told you that I wasn’t afraid anymore? What if I told you that it is alright now? What if I told you that God’s love is so abundant and always ready to be tasted? Would you bring your cup, emptied by everything, and let it be poured over by the divine love in each and every moment?

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