If I Only Could

Gentle one, if I could
I would bring you to a bower
hidden from all else but us
I would give you myself
and take whatever you gave
and this sharing would be divine
To scent your spun-gold hair
to loose myself in blue eyes
to pull to me this beautiful one
this blessing to me
And I would give you my strength
my body, my mouth, my comfort
I would worship your bounty
and give you all pleasures
you might ever want or need
But I am weaving fantasy
for to touch you is a dream
that I would fear too much to do
and you have not said you would accept
But in this dream, I would kiss you
caress your supple skin, give you all
in the press of my weight
in your delicate, opening need


© W.R.R 3/30/2002

About W.R.R.

Bipolar & survivor of incest/child sex abuse and adult male rape; bisexual, polyamorist, poet/writer/advocate & married father of four. View all posts by W.R.R.

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