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Touching a beautiful woman
Oh, how I pray she’ll look my way and we’ll lock
Hearts in long moments of promised surrender.
Two souls bound together in a distant embrace
Empty tables, empty space, the hour is late and
Time is slipping away yet just we two remain.
A waiter coughs and looks at her watch, who will
Make the first move, who will acknowledge the
Other, whose hips will nudge tables aside in the
Journey from you to me or from me to you? Should
I get up or should I let you make the first move, but
If I do and you stay still the moment may be lost
forever and I will leave alone…
She swallows hard and quickly gulps air. She
Is more surprised than she has ever been in
Her entire life. Her breasts heave and she is
Not sure what has happened, for she is moved
In a way no one has ever moved her before.
Her whole body is on fire. She is on the point
Of tears and she is afraid of her own reactions.
Will she succumb to love? Yes, she will, for
She has been moved by a beautiful woman.
She touched her heart and visibly made it sing,
Moving her totally and completely. There is no
Hiding how she feels and no hiding what she
Craves. Her blood runs wild through joyous
veins, lifting her shoulders upwards in complete
Submission she gives in to feelings too long
Concealed, too long denied. She has become
As putty in the hands of a woman and in the
Hands of a woman she has become whole.
Her lips part as she looks deep into her eyes,
For she has aroused a flower, a flower whose
Petals are not used to being taken in this way.
When did she become so weak, so vulnerable
To the touch of a woman but Hell, who cares?
Too late now anyway for she is upon her and
She is in her arms, her glow spectacular, her
Light has been lit and it will stay so forever.
The barriers have been breached, splintered
Even, a trickle has become a torrent, a torrent
A great flood of love. Unstoppable longing
Pours from rivers of want in a frenzied rush
Of desire swollen by discovery. Love lain
Dormant for too long now freed from the
Shackles of uncertainty, free to breathe, free
To flourish, free to love.
A mixture of bewilderment and joy crosses
Her contented face. Once too beautiful, too
Fragile to be touched, here then is that same
Gorgeous retiring creature now released from
Captivity and firmly in the hands of love. Each
Touching the other, exploring the other, lips to
Lips, skin to skin. It seems the wait has been
Worthwhile, for touching a beautiful woman has
Fulfilled a vast desire for love - in a beautiful
© Joseph G Dawson