This, I miss

She enfolded me in her arms
Read my mind with a gentle kiss;
                        This
                        I miss
                                    This, I miss

She moved from my lips
Tenderly addressed my core;
                        Yes
                        I want more
                                    This, I want more

Still laying on the bed
I lift to my elbows, raise my head
                        My thighs
                        Spread
                                    She’s found my Centre
                                    Enter
                                    Yes, enter
                       
I’ve written about the pounding Sex in my chest
About the Love found between my legs
                        And their connection as One
                                    She
                                    Ruled by the Sun
                                    Praised my Centre
                                    Made Love
                                                And entered
                                    To prove all along
                                    That the two
                                                Belong

I felt the flow
From my heart

To my sex

        Below

                        Felt the flow
                        From below
Back to my heart

Each kiss she gifted
Each time I drifted

Deep within her Soul

                       This is bliss
                       This
                       I miss
                                    This, I miss

With quiet reflection of my privileged relationship with the Lioness, and in anticipation of her return

I remain,

Lesley

Hallelujah Heartist