dhdaily's blog: "The Names of Love"

A night in her satin my fingers tickled her ivory keys she calmed me with her herbal teas I sang while she gazed at the moon not noticing I sang quite out of tune gazing at the stars in the moonlight sky we watched Orion wave as he flew by Her satin sheets felt smooth on my skin as she said here please slide right in not wishing to let the magic end a poem is how I chose to begin I'll feed you ideas to fill your mind then tenderly help you relax and unwind I'll paint you a picture with words galore and by morning you'll be lusting for more I'll tell you how beautiful and lovely you are and how I can feel you in my heart from afar I'll pleasure you from your head to your feet and all the nice in-between places so sweet I'll give you my body if my flesh doesn't fail or stimulate your mind with a lusty tale she touched me with her hair at first then with her fingers, I nearly burst as she gently massaged my knotted spine we giggled over a bottle of her favorite wine she praised me and pleased me until I was lifted her methods of love are truly most gifted she loved me as I had never been loved before she gave of herself and then gave even more she treasured me as if I were her king and I could desire no other for my queen our love grew stronger for forever and a day welded together our hearts will forever stay outside the boundaries of time our love grew older than time but always evergreen and new

This one is one I wrote a few years ago. To be in love is such a wonderful thing, it is like the entire universe making sense for a fleeting moment. It is a beautiful magic, that only a name could stain. It seems we like the idea of love, and we want to make love not war and have mottos of Peace, Love and Truth. Yet love doesn't always arrive in ways we expect or in ways we approve of. Love at the wrong time, love with the wrong person, love in the wrong season, is stained by the lable we apply to it. Words like Puppy Love, Lust, Adultry, Interracial, Mixed-Faith, Gay , December - June, and other words are used to describe love that doesn't fit the model we had laid out before us. Why can we not rejoice that people can feel that giddy dancing on air, permanent smile kind of love, and not try to make it something bad? Love is what happens while you were making other plans.... ( sorry for the paraphrase of John Lennon) I couldn't help it. lol To people who love and all those who love them...... to me and to you.. Stained by a name A love so tender and sweet hearts joining with one beat a word, a touch, passion grows tenderness that only you know a fantasy, but so very real about how you make me feel hearts once touched, never the same a beautiful magic, stained by a name so sad, yet love fills your heart reaching to me to play my part so many you reach out to touch and many love you very much my heart whispers to let it live love not diminished by what I give blest to have such a loving friend pained by the guilt that begins longing to hold your hand in mine look into your eyes soft and fine to hear your voice start to say if only for a moment, someday