The beauty of your touch,
feeling the colours of the rainbow
through your fingers,
flowing over my skin, through my body,
embraced and held by the sun,
without being burnt.
No expectations, and yet all is welcome,
as if wrapped in silk,
in front of a fire.
Homey as home can be, can feel.
And it’s all in me,
rising through me,
from the root to the crown,
and back down.
No place to go,
no place to be,
except me.
Wrapped in sweet embrace,
welcome in an open heart
unbound together.
A different and new kind of intimate,
intimacy not bound by rules,
but rooted in consent.
a deeper, freer and simultaneously higher
form of sensuality.
Beautiful beyond measure,
beautiful beyond pleasure.
so freeing, liberating beyond the once conceivable.
flowing through and through.
Welcome to this body,
at last my soul is home.
at least for this life time.
Words won’t come close,
the true poetry lies in the touch,
in the sensations it evokes
as I fully surrender, welcome it all.
©steve sniukas