Commingling

Principles compromised and tales unspoken;
while secret midnight meetings were held in the summer meadow.
Where great effort was taken to have time forsaken
and embrace another of a similar mind set.
Stroking your silk like hair during a gaze;
oblivious to the elements but each caught in a trance like stare.
The looks of love, the complimenting of two souls
and the feel of your hair through my fingers like a comb.
The feelings, my hands on your tender skin
and the sound of your languid voice,
seem to center me in my heart.

Both of us taking a chance and revealing our weakness.
Two spirits, naked and vulnerable with no expectations;
just souls laid bare for a gentle touch and a firm caress.
My voice gentle like a warm breath
that flows over the curve of your neck.
Speaking in no riddles and sharing in each other's dreams;
never a criticism spoken just rhythmic echoes of "Cara Mia".
We seem to go deeper than lovemaking;
with a commingling of two essences that go together like orchid and
bee.
We go beyond arousal of the physical
as our minds take on one purpose.
Feeling your turtledove skin against my hardened cheek;
while counting the stars and easing into a dreamy state.