Make love to me
With your mind
To see what I see
Or, try something new and
Take my vision, with kind hands and heart

Make love to me
With your mind
Take me to a place with
No conflict or physical restrictions
To be as one, behind open eyes and heart

Gentle me
When times are tough, toughening
I lay before you
Trusting our meeting of minds
Brings pleasures beyond anything physical

When I share my story
You read every word
And judgments are shed
While bodies warm a cool bed
Gentle me, make love to me, soften me, with your mind

Comments (13)

Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.
Sounds like you want mental stimulation freewink
Words can be a powerful thing and so can mindsgrin
Intense poem, Freehand.
Congrats love
She entered the clearing in the pines
By the footpath trodden by hooves.
The fringes fluttered, golden from quaking aspens.
Sumac the color of a Bordeaux and Blood.
Hid the telltale signs of her estrus.

She sought the mossy shadows under
the boughs and atop the needles.

Streaks of tangerine criss crossed the sky,
midnight blue of dusk.

Accustomed to her solitude and the
clarity of her senses
a lone star reflected the barely
visible flash of long lashed
Doe eyes.

Blinks that glow until the depths
of night cease to reflect their
internal fire

At daybreak..you can not
detect in her eyes
any sign of
her secret language.
Rag week laugh

The language of the feminine, is so different to
each of us.
The lone Star she communes with is Venus.
When an animal's eye reflects light is it
most conspicuous at night when they glow.
The Doe is tranquil about her fertility.
The patchwork of colors still hide her secret.
The earth mingles into her scent.She is one.
I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
When small birds sighed, she  would sigh back at them;  
Ah, when she moved, she moved  more ways than one:  
The shapes a bright container  can contain!
Of her choice virtues only  gods should speak,
Or English poets who grew up  on Greek
(I’d have them sing in chorus,  cheek to cheek).

How well her wishes went! She  stroked my chin,  
She taught me Turn, and  Counter-turn, and Stand;  
She taught me Touch, that  undulant white skin;  
I nibbled meekly from her  proffered hand;  
She was the sickle; I, poor I,  the rake,
Coming behind her for her  pretty sake
(But what prodigious mowing we  did make).

Love likes a gander, and  adores a goose:
Her full lips pursed, the  errant note to seize;
She played it quick, she  played it light and loose;  
My eyes, they dazzled at her  flowing knees;  
Her several parts could keep a  pure repose,  
Or one hip quiver with a  mobile nose
(She moved in circles, and  those circles moved).

Let seed be grass, and grass  turn into hay:  
I’m martyr to a motion not my  own;
What’s freedom for? To know  eternity.
I swear she cast a shadow  white as stone.  
But who would count eternity  in days?
These old bones live to learn  her wanton ways:  
(I measure time by how a body  sways).
The Doe has bed down for the night.
I hope it evokes wonderful memories Free.
I love your vlogs near the river.
Your gentle side is apparent and endearing.hug
Wonderful read, DJ Speech.smitten
Free, Has a very creative mind and It's good when she shares
I cheat a little grin
I Knew a Woman - Theodore Rhoethke poem
Molly maybe just the Full Moon.
I understand now-the phrase lovely bones through your quote.hug

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