Between the Lines,
Those imperfect utterances
which hide so much of our real wishes, intentions and desires.
There dwelling in isolation
Often misunderstood
The embrace, caress and desire of the Soul.
Released now
From the confines of the lines
The Soul rushes forward into the Unknown Regions.
Which contain limitless energy,
Such intoxicating suggestions of delight.
Now with trembling shyness
We advance willingly
Into the delicious dance
Which has lurked nearby
For so long.
With incredible patience and Faith
That one day
The scenario would arrive
Which would unleash
Such Love, Tenderness and Energy.
My Love
~Mervyn
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