Pieces of you
The question oft posed with answer unsure
as to reasons I'm drawn to a woman of mysterious allure.
'Tis not the smile neither tilt of head nor voice soft to my ear,
the sounds, which bring light to my heart, stars to my night.
Could it be the feelings that flow freely whenever you are close to me?
Warm world of comfort and pleasure interlaced with
bittersweet pain of unbearable pleasure.
Perhaps the feeling of power given by your own sweet submission,
the trust placed yourself laid bare
the knowledge you give this power give it freely.
Shared moments of nakedness with souls exposed, sorrow and joy
no fear of regret as one shared as one accepted,
or your naked flesh that cries for pleasure
giving and taking in heaving, breathless moments of wildest ecstasy.
The time of stillness and calm experienced even?
After flames of passion burn low in time of afterglow,
when the tenderness flowing through our beings all but consumes us.
A new day brings same question;
the same answer that differs and is the same given.
A puzzle of pieces all interwoven so finely no piece is apart yet each its own.
No part above all of the rest, no way to tell ... which part I love best.
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