The Way It Will Be

The Way It Will Be
Two strangers met by happenstance,
‘Twas practiced not, nor planned;
A circumstance they couldn’t control
The many miles spanned.

The miracle of modern times
Made this all come about;
Could ne’er have happened in their youth,
Of that there is no doubt.

A word or two sent ‘cross the wire
Soon led to long exchange;
Then feelings grew and they both knew—
To meet—They must arrange.

For days he’s planned how it will be—
Each day he lives for this;
At last to see, to touch, and hold—
At last to share her kiss.

He plans, he dreams, he contemplates
The joy that they will share;
The moment they will be as one
Will be beyond compare.

He sees her standing there alone,
A smile upon her face;
Her arms held open to invite
Him into her embrace.

He feels her warmth and tenderness—
He sheds a gentle tear;
For joy and happiness abound
To feel her presence near.

With gentle, savage, urgency
He holds her to his breast,
Unwilling e’er to let her go
Now that he’s been so blest.

The heat and passion they both feel
Ignites their mutual need;
The sweetness of their fervent kiss
Is intimate indeed.

Her mouth is open to accept
His deeply probing tongue;
And from her throat emits a song—
The sweetest ever sung.

Her body presses ‘gainst the threads
That hide it still from view;
He slowly slips them o’er her head
As though he always knew

‘Twould be the thing that she would need,
The thing that she would want—
Though shy, afraid, and never bold—
(She’d ne’er her beauty flaunt!)

Yet in the presence of his love
There is no need to hide;
Forever now she’ll always feel
At ease when by his side.

Her eyes have locked their sparkling gaze
To stare into his face,
As though assurance there to gain—
He finds her no disgrace.

His count’nance sends the signal clear—
In her he is well-pleased;
And as he hugs her to his breast,
She feels her body squeezed,

And sighs a sigh that tells the world
At last she is content;
No more to wonder what he’s like—
Her joy is heaven sent.

Their kiss is long—Their words are few,
Yet loud their message screams;
So long they’ve yearned for this embrace—
So long they’ve dreamed their dreams.

The longing of their hearts assuaged,
And when this day is done
Impassioned souls, no longer two,
Shall then, indeed, be one.

With ten’tive move they touch, explore,
Almost afraid to hope;
Afraid their newfound paradise
Will burst like bubble soap.

He combs his fingers through her hair,
And gently bites her cheek;
And in response she turns to him
His tenderness to seek.

The ardor of their love suppressed,
Now blooms into a glow
Of passion, lust, and mutual need
To let their feelings flow.

His arms surround her nakedness,
The only thing she wears—
The glowing radiance of her love,
And his undaunted stares.

The rev’rance of this sacred hour
Hangs pregnant in the air;
As if it’s waiting for the birth
Of climaxes they’ll share.

He reaches out with pensive touch,
Almost a little boy
About to have at last his chance
To hold a cherished toy.

With gentleness and tender love
His hand begins to hold
The subtle curve that forms her breast
And then (dare be so bold?)

To take her nipple ‘tween his lips
To softly, gently, tease
While tracing paths along her legs
And stopping at her knees.

They snuggle close and soon the heat
Of passions held at bay
Ignites the fire of their need
As there, entwined they lay.

She lies beneath and barely feels
His bulk of body weight;
Her inner fount secretes her love—
Too long has been the wait.

And though his hardness seems to cry
And beg for some relief,
He gently kisses on his way
To joy beyond belief.

She rises up to meet his kiss
And opens all to him;
And as he tastes her nectar sweet
Her senses seem to dim.

The passions scream for their release,
Her body cries for more;
Her heart staccato beats it’s need—
It knows what’s still in store.

Almost she soareth o’er the edge,
But just before the brink,
He moves away and gently soothes
But does not lose the link,

That binds her passion and her need
Into an endless chain
Of little thrills and tiny chills
That cover her like rain.

With skill and care he plays his tune
And feels her pleasure soar;
And though she’s sure she’s reached her peak,
He showers her with more.

His strength is tethered on a leash
And willingly restrained;
Though strong, he’s gentle, meek though wild,
For this he’s carefu’ly trained.

She reaches out to hold his hand,
He guides her to his need;
And soon she’s focused all her want
On harvesting his seed.

Her love is showered on his mouth,
And then upon his breast;
She slowly moves down ‘tween his legs
And there she finds her rest.

Her mouth explores his tenderness,
Her hands are quick to soothe;
Her teeth caress his ting’ling flesh,
Her tongue is soft and smooth.

The furor of their passion storm
Begins to escalate;
Too long their need has been denied,
Too long they’ve had to wait.

And still the focus of their love
Is mutually agreed;
For each their one, supreme, desire—
To meet the other’s need.

Their passion rides on breeze of love
As if on eagle’s wing—
And as it climbs to nether heights
Their hearts begin to sing.

As if forever they had moved
With purpose toward this day,
Their love fulfilled and satisfied
Now with contentment lay,

Together in each other’s arms
No more to be alone;
This man and woman as one flesh
Shall by the world be known!