He gazed at my grace
as he made a mess of my hair
caressing the kissing my face
sheer lack of dispair
as we share tantric energy
a subtle synergy
the beautiful dichotomy
radiating for the eyes to see-
a silent hush
a simple touch
a genuine rush
as I aim to please
submitting upon my knees
this moment so brief
yet meaning everything.
He gazed at my grace...