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The sound of his beating heart
We lie naked, our bodies together. I caress his beautiful face and place my head on his chest. As I stroke his lips, that sound I hear is magnificent - it is the history of his essence. It is the joy his mother felt while she held him to her breast. It is the pride his father had when he hit the ball. Its the patience he showed in challenging situations, and the grace demonstrated in the face of adversity. Its the honesty and charity he displays to complete strangers on a daily basis. As I listen, I find myself enveloped by it, ensnarled and cocooned naked and helpless among its many palms and lashings. Before I can panic, I recall that this is the man of my dreams, the one for whom my inner most vulnerabilities are on display. I offer myself in submission, for I know he is kind and gentle. I have heard his heart. I have nothing to fear.
If I could bottle up and
Sell a wonder drug
Then I would choose to bottle up
A warm and loving hug
For nothing is much better
As a tonic for a cure
Then just a little hug that can
Chase away a tear!
~ Jennifer Byerly ~
your first lovely smile, your first timid touch, your first gentle kiss, the first time i hold you passionately in my arms, our hearts beating in sync, it’s me and you. I’m in heaven. I’m in love.