_____by Sylvia
Her being
enters my mind continuously
not in sound or fury
but like a quiet, beautiful storm.
She is elegant, exotic, dark and mystic
she enraptures the definition of femininity.
I watch her from a distance
I need her with consistence
I want her to fill my covert desire.
With her in my arms
I can rest knowing that at least once
other than the Grace of God
I have experienced perfection.
Indeed, she is a gift from above
so Angelic, so graceful and unassuming.
She knows of me, but only in a sisterly way
if only she could see past the platonic
and know that my desire for her
has grasped my deepest core.
I need to feel her breast
and suckle at their dark erectiles
as they scream for my soft lips to feed from them.
Without warning, as I imagine our physical connection
my need for her has grown most intense
as I can hear my heart pounding, like African drums in
the night.
I now envision quenching my thirst form her juices
as my tongue prowls without bounds
in her female gender.
Pleasing myself knowing I'm pleasing her
as she chants my name in sexual ecstasy
over and over she moans
and breathes with bated breath.
If only she could feel what I feel
I could stop this wanting in the wings
and be true to my fantasies
as they become the realities of her world.
Indeed, her happiness would be my quest.
