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You feel you are safe in your world. You feel happy, blissful and calm. There is silence around you. The leaves are rustling…or maybe you think they are? You look into poetry to find meanings. Words for you have a rhythm. It flows through your veins and warms you. From the depth of your being you search for what you consider is the elixir of your life.

The morning light is touching your, caressing you. Your eyelids flutter. You lay still; watching the fan whirl above you. You stretch, slowly…not ready to break the morning spell. The window by your head is letting in the light cascading it over your body. You remove the sheet from over you and get off the bed. You walk out of your room, finally.

Making love is not just your body and mine. It would be our souls infused into one. It would have the rhythm, you find in the words around you. You pour yourself a glass of water. You take the first sip and lean your head back a bit. You are not in a hurry. Not yet at least. Your life is yours to live for now.

It is very difficult to be a voyeur. I cannot reach out to you. I cannot touch you. I cannot help you reach the zenith of pleasure. I can only watch you try.