Gift (The)

The Gift

Give me your eyes, that I may look into the depths of your soul. That
I may see the
inner sanctum, that is you. Let me look within the beauty of your eyes,
to the beauty of
your heart, the beauty of your spirit, the beauty ...of You.

Give me your lips, that I may cover them with mine own, and drift
languidly upon the
tides of your kiss. That I may bathe with the ebb and flow of your
passion, taste of the
moisture within your mouth and sigh at the touch of your tongue.

Give me your hair. That I may twist it between my roaming fingers, feel
the sheen, feel the
silk, feel the softness. To take handfuls of that softness and use it
to pull your head harshly
towards me so that you may take of me what you will.

Give me your hands, that you may awaken me with your caress. That you
may trace the
song of your passion along my body with your fingertips, that you may
scribe your desire
into my back with your nails. That you may simply touch me with your
love.

Give me your feet that when I need you to you can walk that extra mile
for me. That you
can come to me to ease my pain, soothe my tormented dreams, and show me
peace.

Give me your smell, that I can know the aroma of you, through the
blindness of my
darkened perception, let me breathe deeply of you, smell the sweetness
of you, the
goodness of you, the desire of you.

Give me your body. That I may make love to you, with all the intensity
of the sea, of the
wind, of the storm. With all the softness of the gentle sunlight, the
moonlight, the starlight.
With all the excitement of the body, the spirit, the mind. Let me hold
you tightly within the
moisture and warmth of me. Lower my breast to yours and match my
breathing to your
breath, so that we become one body, one heartbeat, one inhalation, and
one exultant
breeze of outward breath. A breeze that will carry us above the plain
of desire, and into
the realm of love. Let me ride you to an orgasm, that's sweet, and
strong and full of a
thousand thoughts, and fantasies. Then let me watch as the intensity
leaves your face,
smoothes your brow, and lets you sink slowly into the afterglow.

Give me your heart, that I may cup it gently between my hands, like a
little throstle, a
baby bird. Let me close my hands softly over the heart which is the
core of you, and gently
palpitate the love from within. That I may guide and nurture that
precious love and raise it
from it's youth to a strong and sure maturity.

Give me your soul, that the essence of us can rise to the ether as one.
That our souls can
writhe, and contort, entwined in a coupling that is at one time
physical, spiritual,
emotional and mental. Let the spirits of us dance the erotic.
Unrestrained by the
imperfections and constraints of the physical form, that we may dine on
the fruits of the
spirit, and drink deeply from the wine of the soul. Give me your soul
that I may become
sated with the indulgence of you.
Give me your need, that I may pull it forth from within you, take your
need, transform it
into want, and desire and love; and then return it to you as
fulfillment.

After asking all this dare I ask for more?

YES.

I want more.

Baby give me your Love, that I may never again feel the desperation of
loneliness, that I
may know how it feels to be loved.

And my Gift to you?

I give to you all the above.

I give you ..... ME.