Her

"Her"

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Another five stories later, bringing my total to thirty as of this writing. So, wanting to do something different and out of the ordinary again, I thought I would try a poem for the first time (well, for the first time not counting Sara Kelton's little ode to Melleny in "Drowning") and see how it goes. Entitled simply "Her," it can be from the point of view of either a gentleman or a lesbian—therefore for all us gynephiles! Hope you like it.

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I see her
She's a prism to a world where all is magic
She is radiance, my soul becomes so fragile
A lone blue orchid blooming midst the lilacs
'Tis here she stands, perfection's very climax
Yes, I see her

I breathe her
Eyes so dreamy, essence filled with dazzling wonder
She fuels my pounding heart with force of rolling thunder
Does she sense how brilliantly she haunts my mind?
How I long to feel us woven, intertwined?
Oh, I breathe her

I yearn her
I can taste her cherry lips so soft as satin
Her hair infused with all the fairest scents of nature
When she smiles, all is right and grand and special
Then wish I to sail her laughter, be its vessel
How I yearn her

I crave her
Can she tell how I go breathless when she's near me?
How my heart cries out so great the gods can hear me?
How I'd cross the starlit galaxy to hold her?
Were my strength and courage just the slightest bolder
Oh, how I crave her

I want her
Hear her voice, my feelings run wild with arousal
She's the stirrings of a passion so astounding
And as darkness falls, my love, it grows yet dearer
As through sweet release my cloudy thoughts come clearer
Oh, how I want her

I need her
Like the gardens need the sun and rain together
Like two lovers need the rush of stormy weather
Like the steamy act of love needs searing fire
She irresistibly tugs my heartstrings of desire
Yes, how I need her

I love her
Now her spirit has accompanied my waking
Offer I my lonely heart her for the taking
But the impossible: she gives herself to me!
Comes my disbelieving voice—dreams...reality...
"I love you."