how deeply

how deeply

i remember how he touched me

tantalizing every nerve in my body

to awaken

and take the journey

with his intentions

his finger tips teasingly danced into my consciousness

arousing me to rise

as i surmised

and thought of places

e’en my dreams have not explored before

yes, he was my master

he spoke to me

but i never heard the words

but i felt every syllable

and soft hushed whisper of his voice

evoke a longing

that i knew

i was going to fulfill this day

yes, he was going to have his way with me

and i smiled

at the thought

of where it would take me

like a little school girl

my body began to betray me

in the frolicking of expectations

God . . .i want this

i looked upon his face

and the serenity of his countenance

was assuring

as he was exploring

my nether regions

as i let go my allegiance

to this world

an uncertain obeisance

was being heralded in

for i would gladly acquiesce all that i am

to his every command

he was anointing me

at the alter of my womanhood

my breath was quickening

trying to keep pace with God i thought

for somehow

he bought my urgency

my fervency

to a peak

to that mountain top

where only God’s blissful state exists

and i greeted him

and he kissed me

and spoke to me

how much he missed me

and so he gave to me

this gift

of this man

that i make this shift

and understand

how deeply

i am loved

how deeply he touched me

can not be grasped with mere words

for my hasp been let

yet i ask . . . still

how deeply

© 24 March 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.