HER SKIN by Sophie Gregoire

This poem is about Sacred Relationships…

This poem was written for the lovers that dive deeper through sexuality, and savor it for what it is—which is the ultimate union, the climax of love between two people. Sexual intimacy is not what our times have made it be. Intimate touch is sacred, sex is enlightening. Sexual intimacy ignites eternal sparks in the hearts of both partners; sacred touch is a lot more than a short moment of fleeting pleasure. Sex can lead to the awakening and to the fusion of both souls. Sexual union can open doors in both bodies, that nothing—no time and no space could close. Sex is magic, when it gathers two hearts that have, and had always been, made for one another.

Her Skin

by Sophie Gregoire

Touch her,

She is

The first skin.

Kiss her

It was always

About

You and Her,

She is everything

Compared to

Every other

Lips.

Hold her waist

She is,

The treasure

The gem

The velvet

You've been

Dreaming of

Waiting for,

Longing.

Kiss her

Like,

You always knew.

Kiss her

Like,

There was never

Anyone else

Like her.

Caress her

She is a diamond

And,

The treasure

Is now found.

Place one hand

On her heart

As if,

You held the keys.

Touch her thighs

As if

Your hands

Were magic

As if,

You could open her

Her mystery

Her depths,

Because

Only you always could.

Let your hand

Wander,

Over her eyes

As if

You could read in their glint

That,

You and Her are One

And that,

It's Her.

Kiss her heart

As if

She was yours,

Because

She's always been since

The dawn of all these magical times

The magnificent hours that were,

Waiting.

Make love to her,

As if

Life had only been

The rehearsal of this dance,

Your dance.

Caress her skin

As if,

You always knew.

Make love to Her

Because,

It was written.

Love her,

As deep as life is

Because

She is,

The jewelry box of yours

And this,

Was set in stone.

Love her

Because,

There is no other depth

That matches

Your strength

In this way,

That well.

Dive in her

As if

No skin,

Could melt with yours

Set that fire in your closed,

Solar eyes.

Make love to her

As if,

There was

No other

Softness,

Like She.

Love her,

Because

She will highlight You

Like no other soul could.

Inhale her,

Because

This intensity

This mystery

This strength

This magic

And this smile of hers,

Is You.

Love her

Because

She would never be,

In your shadow

But only be

The,

Your Queen.

Kiss her

As if

She was your muse

And You,

Hers.

Love her

As if,

She is the treasure

The Sun,

Your sunrise

Your dawn

And you both

The eternal spark,

Love.

Sophie Gregoire is often found contemplating an idea or how to explain a new concept, with a notebook and pencil in hand. She is an independent soul who loves to ponder over our world and humankind. She loves writing to transform her endless thoughts into some kind of reality and traveling both faraway and deep within her heart and mind. Sophie savors coffee, encounters, yoga and meditation, with her cat as her greatest muse. Connect with Sophie on Facebook or more about Sophie here.

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