Poetry
 

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Looking into the depths of your eyes takes me back to a grassy spot beside the river of my childhood.

Sitting under a huge pecan tree, the flowing green water is at once extravagantly inviting and soothingly deceptive.

I feel compelled to glide into the warmth of your healing… to immerse myself in the comfort of your embrace… to fully release myself into the flow of your tenderness.

And as I am enticed into radiant slumber by the afterglow of your luxuriant, fervent embraces, I am overwhelmed by the passion of your under currents… instead of floating lazily along, I find myself sucked under and carried beyond my control by the torrential passion that lies hidden beneath those beautiful eyes. Eyes of virginal innocence, yet eyes that announce unapologetic smoldering passion. Passion so intense that it is as useless to resist as it is futile to fight the current of the river.