Beautiful Blue

There she is,
vaguely bathed in
beautiful blue light.

She calls out to me,
a lover in the dark,
promising to soothe me
if I sit down
and slide my fingers
over her.

I do as she asks.
how could I resist her?

I touch her,
press her,
here, and there,
over and over,
begging her
delighted, moaning
responses.

She never
fails to please.
She responds gently,
smoothly,
sweetly to me,
telling me everything
I most need to hear,
satisfying my soul
in a give and take
no else could ever feel
like we do.

And when it’s over,
and I quietly slide away,
I fall in love
over and over again.

I will be back
and she will
wait for me.

I could never leave
because she has,
as always,
intimately,
infinitely
fulfilled her
sacred promise
to soothe me.

~ cj 2012.04.20