Articulating the intimacy,
face to face with my eyes drawn,
her taboo is pulsing heavily,
heaving for me to carry on.
Spontaneously stowing emotions,
holding on to her baggage spoken
even though some of her thrill is gone,
still my prized moment, my token.
For she is my sought after end,
captured like a book in series
always leading me back to her zen,
and in no way for my satisfaction first.
- G

