Contentment
I loved everything about being married to Roslyn. But our physical love for each other was more than just the icing on the cake.
Contentment
In the dim morning light,
I feel a hand reach out for me,
and in a second our bodies meet,
and contentment warms me like the sun on a cool day.
Contentment stays but is soon transformed,
transformed into increasing desire,
to be one body with my beloved
to satisfy her every need as indeed she so beautifully meets mine.
Rising passion, all else is gone,
touch and caressing of bodies, arms and legs,
nothing else exists except our love
expressed with passion and gentleness all at once.
And then to bathe in her relaxed and satisfied body,
consciousness rising and falling
at the mercy of the chemicals manufactured by my brain,
passion and desire return to contentment, and all is well with the world.
by Andrew Host, for my beloved Ros,
with whom I am one.
Words fail to convey the wonder of being one with you,
but words are all I have for now,
until we next meet...
12th September 2007
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