The heat of warm water snuggling down your throat
A feeling of affection like the touch of a finger stroking a bare neck....
Thrusting a feeling that surge out in a raging form... flowing through the strokes....
Imagining the fondles through the flashes that one captures in those quintessential moments
Where the eye searches for the source
And then satisfied of its continued presence re-confides to darkness...
There is certain softness to darkness,....
Like the feel of satin, the momentous blending in its enormity...
a sanctuary in reaching out the known someone with eyes shut...
a self assurance of being loved in an sightless presence
a refuge for a selfish love reciprocated with selfish irresistibleness
Darkness.... a time which helps you comprehend need behind the act
The reason for the need and thereby the self himself....
Have spent hours through the darkness with and without the source
Attempting to appreciate the uniqueness of that self
Reading a logic in the actions
Life has been with him a series of soft dark moments
Believing in each other’s selves in moments of high and not so high
in times of low and responding to its depths....
and thereby creating one another
I have grown in this night.... there is a certain softness in this night,
with the stars all shining out....
the irony of this felt in a hot day afternoon....
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