Another Daniel and Vala Poem
One Soul
Gentle strokes.
Feather touches.
I think I'll go crazy.
He is being considerate.
I want him to be kinky.
Give me surprises.
Give me fire.
I boil with anticipation.
He tells me loving words.
I just want the friction.
The past has made me.
Mysteries are his reasons,
His need to be one soul.
The release of orgasm,
is my only goal.
Then he holds my head
Looks into my eyes.
I realize he is not any man.
He is the one I love.
With him I understand.
Susan