GOLDEN SURRENDER
GOLDEN SURRENDER
S.JENSEN © 2018
SLIPPED INTO THE ROOM
SHOWING MORE
WARMTH THAN ANY
OTHER WOMAN
AURAS JUST GRAVITATE
AND RADIATE
QUIET SERENITY
SWEEPING TO THE BED
AND TAKING HER HAND
SMILING
I AM FEELING MUCH
BETTER NOW
AND A SMILE
RETURNED
AS I SENSED THE OTHER
HOVERING BEHIND HER
NEAR THE DOOR
WAITING
TO THE WISH CHARM
TO SEE WITH
GREAT INTEREST
THAT RETURNED FLOWER
BUD TO RELIEVE THE
ACHES AND PAINS
AND HINTS OF FLIRTING
HARMLESS AND SWEET
OH TO HER I COULD
SO EASILY BEFRIEND
YET I AM THE DANE
DESTINED TO MEET
THE TULIP FLOWERED
GODDESS
YET THIS RELIEF
OF DARK PAIN
STILL EATS AWAY
AT THIS HEART
“COMPROMISE”
IN THAT LAST
MEETING OF LIKEMINDED
SOUL SEARCHING
SWEET GRACE
BEFORE THE HEARTH
GLOWING EMBER
FLASHES CONTRAST
ON THE WHITE FUR
SOFT TO TOUCH
AGREEING ON
THE WARRANTED DESIRE
OH TARA GRANT
A CHANCE TO MEET
ONE SO HONORED
AMONG HER PEOPLE
THAT SOBERING TRUTH
IN THE GREAT HALL
EXQUISITE DARK EYES
SHINE STRAIGHT
THROUGH MY SOUL
GLITTER BELIED HER
RESPECTFUL WORDS
UNSHAKABLE COOL
WITH PATIENCE
LOOPED VIDEO
FEEDS OF WORDS
TO LET THE
CEREMONY BEGIN
ANSWER LEFT
OPEN ENDED
BECAME LIKE A
FESTIVAL IN THE DEPTHS
OF THE NIGHT
A DRUNKEN HIGH
IN EACH PHRASE
OF A ROITEROUS AFFAIR
TO THE POINT
OF TEARS
RADIANTLY HAPPY
AT THE CHANCE TO
GIVE INPUT
AND YET UNABLE
TO SAY A WORD
OH COME
OH COME
DRINK WITH ME
SHARE THIS MEAD
OF AMBROSIA
I HAVE WAITING
LIKE WRAPPING MY
LEGS AROUND
WITH PLEASURE
THE LAUGH
TO FRUITED BACCHUS
FOUNTAINS
WITH OUR UNION
WINK
WATCH THESE OLD
BLUE EYES
SPARKLE
IN THE MUSE
I WAIT FOR IT
WAY TURNED ABOUT
LET OUR FATIGUED
DISTRACTIONS
BE MERE MOMENTS
OF INTENSE SECURITY
IN BATHING
TOGETHER IN SUMMER’S RAYS
FOR SHE WISHES
AS THE TENSIONS
ARE WASHED AWAY
MUSIC SOUNDS
IN HER EARS
OF LOVE SO DEEP
AND TRUE
RISES AND THE FLUSH
OF ROSE
INCREASED
UPON HER CHEEKS
TO LOOK A GAZE
UPON THE RISE
AND FALL OF HER
BREAST BENEATH
THE FLIMSY LINEN GOWN
LETTING THE WATER
POUR DOWN OVER
MY CHEST
CLOSING MY EYES
HER GOWN FLOWING
TO AND FRO IN THE WIND
AS THE GATE
IS GRABBED
AND LATCHED SO NOT
TO BE RIPPED FROM
ITS HINGES
AND RETURNING
SOAKED TO THE GILLS
RAGES OF DESIRE
CONSUME MY INNER FIRE
TO CREST THIS SOUL
AS NOW
DRIPPING NAKED
BEFORE ME
CATCHING THE PULSE
OF IN AND OUT
OF THIS WAKEFULNESS
TO HAVE THIS MIND
AGAIN LULLED AS WELL AS
SENSES WITH MOTION
AND TOUCH
AND THE SCENT…
I LOVE ALWAYS
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I AM STILL WAITING...
