Into Its Velvet Claw

The natural body’s rhythm elevates our passions to peak far about the temples of the gods when the blood rushes through our veins in our search for love. We, ourselves the epitome of perfection when love calls out our name. We submit to its passion over and over again. We stand at the wall of China and feel no foreboding there. Love gives us understanding, yet makes us gullible to the invitation of the all. Our presence infuses desire and passion into one, to anoint us with oil of love’s warming rays giving our heated bodies the energy to stay within the moments of passion whenever they come to call and look onward into its velvet claw. From dusk until dawn breaks enrapturing our bodies by its call. We are consumed by its pleasures as we fall under its spell time and again, as day fades for another night to begin. 17 September 2008