Bliss

I love the visions of you rising and

falling onto me …

the unabashed sight of your

sex …

a black and white photo of

magic, beauty and

proportion …

a sublime vision of

loveliness …

the scent of a blue flower in

bloom …

the taste of an orchid

within …

a canopy of night sky,

silver clouds passing by,

the smooth motion of the

moon falling and rising again and

again …

each descent another night …

another night’s dream …

a dream of

bliss …..

Advertisements