Reflections of Love

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Bacomicfan
Bacomicfan
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She glides naked into the room, and smiles.
My eyes caress her naked form.
Her beauty numbs my feasting brain,
Which makes my soul grow soft and warm.

Her face, her shape, her bewitching charms
Can make any wounds I suffer, heal.
Is it any wonder that her pristine beauty
Has managed fore'er my heart to steal?

That skin so radiantly soft and smooth
So perfectly forms her flawless face,
Framed by silken locks of golden sunshine.
How could my pulse do aught but race?

I'm held in awe by her slim and supple curves
For they create such an addicting shape.
As my eyes overflow with her sublime
    perfection,
My stunned jaw slackens; my mouth drops,
    agape.
          
Those breasts so round and firm, yet soft,
Scream for my fingers' sweet caress.
But it's clear that every other inch of this
    woman of mine
I also burn to touch, I must confess.

Legs so shapely, sleek and slender,
Make me shiver and grow with lust.
So that sliding my trembling fingers along
    them both,
Has become, I fear, a must.

She approaches so close to kiss my lips
And fondle the sinews of my arms.
Her eyes and fingers find my rock hard abs
As I grow busy with her seductive charms.

Lovely eyes glitter as they see my muscled
    thighs,
And the washboard stomach her fingers do
    touch,
While my lips enjoy her sweet, perfect skin
And tour those many parts of her I crave so
    much.

We begin to claw madly at one another's flesh,
Kissing with desire that knows no bounds.
We fondle and grope in writhing embrace,
Our mouths sighing such passionate love
    sounds.

I feel myself harden in her grasp
As we stumble about in love's molten heat.
Backward I stagger like some drunken sot,
My lips fused to hers, so soft and sweet.

On the bed we tumble, entwined in lust,
Our bodies fused with love gone quite insane.
Passion steams from our every pore as we
   careen madly along,
Lust gaining the momentum of a runaway train.

Our lovemaking soars to incredible heights
Two perfectly sculpted bodies moving as one.
We cry our release; we proclaim our love
'Til we're exhausted, spent...and done.

My queen collapses upon my heaving chest.
Her smile bathes the room in glow.
For satisfied is she, my one true love,
And I am too, as she well knows.

Happy, she gazes at her bawdy warrior
As my lovelit eyes return my Goddess's gaze.
Slowly, we recover from wild passion spent
And our minds lose their erotic haze.

We lie and touch and whisper softly
And speak of things filled with warm, sweet
    love.
She worships my chest with adoring lips
While I sigh my thanks to the heavens above.

When our spent passion begins to take its toll
Our eyelids flutter amidst fading sighs.
For just before we enter the Sandman's realm
An affirming vision greets our love-blind
    eyes.

Drifting, still clutched in each other's arms,
We become aware of a voyeur nearby.
Our bedroom mirror, so sly and quiet, has been
Throughout our lovemaking a silent spy.

But the contented lovers in that shining glass
Are no lovers we have ever seen.
For she is neither perfect, nor young, nor
   fair,
Nor is he broad-shouldered, muscled or lean.

Unlike my stunning Goddess and my chiseled
   self,
Their physical appearances are average at
   best.
Unlike us, neither of those blissful lovers,
   it seems,
With youth or beauty have apparently been
   blessed.

But, whoever they are, this imperfect pair,
Lovingly embraced on the reflection of our
   bed,
They love despite their less than perfect
   forms,
Seeing the hidden beauty inside, instead.

They adore each other with all their flaws
As they obviously can see them not.
For the passion visible in their twinkling
    eyes
Still burns deep and smoldering hot.

We smile at those lovers and they smile back
And we acknowledge each others' love.
For true love is ignorant of imperfections
    all,
Such is the nature of this gift from above.

Then that average pair returns to their
    cuddling,
No longer aware of my Goddess and me.
We no longer matter a bit to them
As blissful sleep comes to set them free.

My perfect lady coos and sighs on my chest.
A knowing smile lights up her face.
I return that knowing smile myself,
And we, too, drift off in sweet embrace.

For no matter what, I love this woman.
My royal queen she will always be.
And I fore'er her bold, valiant knight,
Because it's with our hearts we choose to see.

And when beside each other we do awake,
Our truthful mirror withstanding not,
I will be handsome, and she a beauty rare,
And our fierce love will once more burn hot.

         
                                             "Reflections of Love" copyright
                                                         Bacomicfan/Mike, April 2004

Bacomicfan
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