Mission

 
She moves me in a way I haven't understood

Slowly marinating time, moving past the sexy smoke screen to her inner beauty

To the core of her being, that's what makes her so attractive beyond what my perceptions may be

Of course, so alluring with feminine contours that speak volumes on the love she brings

Deep with sensuality and blowing me kisses with her eyes

Wisps of hair that casts carless shadows on her face, swept with a practiced hand

Lips lightly pressed, smoothly caressing the coffee cup as though it was lost love, yes I do hope so

Fingers supple yet strong enough to rake my back from tenderness to primal ecstasy

Holding my attention even in this crowed place, none other matters, the waiter pissed 'cause we haven't taken the menu

Looking like we own the place, casually positioned and intense on our conversation

No one knows I can't figure out what time it is, nor hear the back ground noise

Just her voice transcending the scene giving me pause to reflect on each syllable to hold onto like a life preserver in a sea of mediocrity

Like floating against the tide of those who came before, she's not shallow or self absorbed

Never asked how much or how long or where it came from or how does it fit

Her confidence doesn't need me to add anything other than the simple truth

Stay in her world, not press, not insist, let it unfold, delighted in the journey, 'cause there is the joy

Got to watch her heals though, sharp , could cut both ways

Dangerous she is 'cause I know passion can turn to fury in a heartbeat

That too is a challenge I take gladly as man who is engaged, enthralled and entwined

To stay a step ahead and one to the side cause throwing curves is her game.

Mission: time

Mission: position

Mission: her's and mine



By Howard "Sergio" Tucker  (c) 2/1/2011