yearnings
i yearn for beauty. the beauty of the waves rolling to the beach. the beauty of the stingray gliding smoothly through the water. and i love the beauty of women. their eyes, their hair. the way their eyebrows and lashes frame those lovely windows of their soul.
and i love laughing, smiling windows. how their shape squeezes and and moves to the levity. i love long, slender hands with gentle fingers that glide over their arms or smooth their clothes. i love their shape. the sweep of the back down to the shapely bottom and long legs. and the arch of a woman's foot is as sensuous as the curve of waist or hip.
oh, but not to forget full and shapely lips - ready to smile or purse or kiss as the situation allows. or even demands.
and i love the beauty of skin. how it feels and how it smells and tastes. i love the slight saltiness of bodies together and their singular scent in loving.
and i love the beauty of a sleeping face. with hair splayed upon the pillow - or draped softly across the face. this is the beauty i remember. this is the beauty i love.
this is the beauty for which my soul always hungers - and a yearning that can never be quenched.
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