The Pause

The defining moment.
Rests in a slight pause ---
As two embraces slowly detach
And eyes once again open,
Only to share the gaze of a
Mysterious enterprise,

It’s a beauty rested within the cradle
Of an unsure hand
Whose moist palm
Connects with the beating heart
That claims the pulse
Which dictates whether to press on,

Is it want? It is really the look of love?
Piercing into the curious eye
Who searches for subtle reasons
Yet is only left to grasp air ---

Cease her! The voice says.
Cradle the head into a tilt
And martial in a deep embrace,
One that takes such a pause
And turns those emotions into
Surrender unlike no other,
In which her skin becomes exposed
As eager hands peel the gift
Of which she can do nothing
But flare her own self-back,
Letting the act of desires venture on,
Engulfing the five senses ---
And in the end,
Lets those gentle sighs escape from
Eager lips,

The painting hands
Bring fourth the careful violence
Thrusting motions often make
As two being melt into
The most natural human experience…

All of this after the ignition of a pause.