Patiently

Imported from the farthest reaches
of your mother's thighs
you came into this world
crisp, alert and attentive
to all who stood in wonder and awe.

Now, some twenty eight years later
you seem to have the same effect
as men who pass by
drop their jaws
while wanting to
drop their drawers
at the mere glimpse
of your beauty.

You stand there
a long legged
lavender rose
just waiting to be picked
and submerged within an
aquatic containment for
all to bear witness.

Your aroma lingers
on my lips and with
every breath I take
I am overcome by
a seductive bliss,
while my senses give way
to your almighty daily
Clinique-like routine.

Openly exchanging feelings
of desire and lust
you never even
have to say a word;
I can just feel your voice
calling at me from within,
and with every sensual moan,
you come closer to breaking
the chains of doubt that I had
about us some years ago.

In your presence,
my belief system is redefined
as what was right becomes wrong,
left becomes right,
and the intoxication of your presence
heavily influences those who
choose to be around you...
In leman's terms,
you are the life of the party.

So, how does it feel to know
that you are loved this much?
How do you breathe knowing
that the man who should be
caressing your soul right now
is within an arm's length
and a heart's beat?
Patiently... that's how,
and I respect that.