Sweet, nourishing affection
Is meted out by the lips of familiar lovers.
soft words followed by sultry kisses
Words and actions blend together warmly
As two lovers experience the same old feelings in new young ways.
How lucky we are to know love!
How lucky we are to know life!
And what true joy is known when you live a life of love
And you love the life you live
Love is taking chances
Love is learning to forgive
Verily do we lead our own selves into the fogs and mists of uncertainty
Fear would hope to cripple us and leave us listless
Wrapped up, consumed, as our desire to remain unhurt outweighs our desire to be happy
Love, then, is light
Shining in darkness
It is the nigh imperceptible shine in a blind pattern of routine.
We live to love
And so does love rule our decisions!
What is love, but the driving force that which governs our very soul?
Without love could there be art?
Without love could there be music?
Without love could there be happiness?
Oh how visceral an experiment
This endeavor to love.
The warmest kind of hope
And the coldest kind of solitude
The intensity of FEELING reminds us of our reality
Sexual choreography matched by a melding of minds
Reminds us that we are mortal
That we are to share this experience of love and life
To ensure that we protect, preserve, and perpetuate love and life
Passion pursues pleasure
Our fleeting dalliances with pleasure pale in comparison
When juxtaposed with the fires that burn within us for others happiness
Procrastination is the thief of time
And too long have we waited to embrace honest communication
Too long have we waited to embrace unhindered connection
Too long have we waited looking for love instead of making it.
We are simply the wood in which the flames of love are made
We are the genesis of compassion and empathy
We are the beginning of understanding
We are the end of hate.
Burn Bright, lovers and loved
For even our cinders of lost love can provide warmth
Constantly do we grow and develop.
Constantly do we add more wood to our flames.
As does our flame grow
So, too, do we.
Sweet stardust saints
May your flames forever climb.