Your arms are strong, your hands
are
masterful,
your touch is firm, yet what tenderness
is
there,
as one whose strength derives from soul and
mind.
Your gentleness is rooted in your
strength,
not
shifting sentiment,
but competent decision.Your
eyes
are focused and unwavering,
your gaze is fixed upon
the
goal you've set.
Sometimes flashing anger and often
sparking joy
shine from your heart through your
eyes,
yet even at these moments
your goal is in
your
sight.
There's confident assurance in your
stride,
your steps are steady, your direction
sure,
the walk of a man with no intent to
stop
until
he holds his dreams.
Yet there is no false pride
here,
no arrogance;
rather the true humility of one who
knows
his dreams surpass his abilities,
and stll
he
trusts he's able to achieve them
with work
and
the
grace of God.
©1996 themomx2
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Passion
I only desire to clearly remember
every touch of your hands
on my waiting skin.
My body responds to memory
until you touch me once more.
I only desire to recall the taste of you,
the feel of your mouth as it explored,
waking feelings I'd long forgot.
Those feelings are alert now, eager,
anticipating our next kiss.
I only desire to remember the strength
of your body so tender against mine,
then spread before me
like a well-appointed table
where I sampled delicacies of delight.
I only desire the feast.
©1995 themomx2
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