The man praised her with his eyes as she stood
Apart from the world
Glowing with potential
With strong boundaries that did not threaten
Hands of her eyes extended, inviting
Him to fulfill his responsibilities
To keep his word.
He closed his eyes, dazed by her beauty.
Getting closer, slowly, gently
With the intent to worship her, the goddess.
He bowed, touched her knee with the tip of his nose
Picking lightly her delicate fragrance
Respectfully he laid his on her extended hand
His fingers lit up as if on fire.
He was not in control of his hand; she was,
As it ran over her soft, firm body.
He lost his hand and his body became his hands,
Touching all points of her body simultaneously.
He was unafraid to be a man,
And she was unashamed to be a woman.
She folded him – the man without excuses
Into the feminine universe.
Attached to her exquisite skin, entwined
In her supple limbs, drunk on her wet lips.
Her sensations became his
Her quivers became his
Her crisis became his
Her energy became his.
She was alive and the man was reborn!
Abhay B. Joshi