Yoni

You get high from my masculinity.

Not just mine.  Many amuse you platonically to your dismay.

You seek me as I seek you.

 

We are the future, the unknown soul mate.

We hope and have faith that we will meet soon.

We post online hooks and snares seeking…

 

Yearning for the magic of love once again.

Yearning for the comfort and pleasure of being completed.

Yearning for the dance with mind, body, and soul.

 

This time in love we will win.

This time is everything past pain earned.

There is only pleasure now, there is no pain.

 

There is only greater or lesser love.

There is only us as one spiritually anticipating more.

Sinking our battle ships on foreign soil leaving the one and only way.

 

Spiritually we battle with defenses low surging toward each other.

Blindly we step and leap with faith guiding us allowing love to conquer all.

We trust in God and are lead to this point in time.

 

It is ever fleeting like a junky’s high constructing paths and pitfalls.

Or is it one path with many levels of unconditional love.

Run too fast or too slow and miss a chance at true love.

 

That stranger who pulled spiritual fruit from you haunts.

She taunted you and you didn’t jump.  Now you wish you could.

Next time I’ll be ready for the stunning.  The siren’s beautiful lustful call.