i skate
on two edges,
a thin line between men and women,
vaccilating between what the two sexes can give me.

..the strong-spined love
of a man which comes from the depths
of his barrel chest,
a throaty deep love where i relish my womanhood,
i am the eve of this relationship
my breasts are gathered up
and cupped in worship, his kisses
make me submit,
as if i melt into him
and become his.

..the spiritual finesse
of a woman, loves me with tenderness,
it comes from the hollow place
that every woman covets within herself.
i am the diana of this relationship,
and i take my small treasure
and wrap her up inside me,
she makes me strong in her delicate ways,
i run my fingers over her body
as if it were my own,
twins, we two, and sharing secret languages
that only women know,
her kiss is my kiss, is our kiss.

the differences are only differences,
a new kind of love in every curve and flank.

02/06/2012

Posted on 02/06/2012
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