Bring Me Some Mistletoe
I can not understate this:
I am stunned … I am staggering …
My blood has been drawn …
The result of a high speed collision:
Yet I walk freely.
Ah … the taste of blood.
What has happened?
I can breathe again …
Am alive … I am alive.
But where am I?
Am I a clown or a cowboy in this a rodeo?
I have been lassoed and captured,
Gagged by her beauty and talent …
Mesmerized by her primal, anthromorphic nature
And celestial magnetism.
I am astounded …
She has completely arrested me …
I am captive and captivated.
I am so very stunned …
As never before.
Where am I?
She amazes me:
Never has anyone so swiftly done to me
What she does so very well.
She empowers.
Her moves electrify me,
Penetrate me,
Reaching depths inside me …
Like no one else has.
She touches me with passionate synchronicity,
Throughout the tender pathways within my heart,
As she weaves and integrates her essence into my core
Of being and existence. I am willingly a whore for her …
Delightfully surrendering to her,
And eagerly coming back to her for more.
What has happened? Where am I?
Bring me some mistletoe …
Now it will be my time:
We reap what we sow.
