Temptation, heart of the tempted
Pleasing I am
To say the words that caress the one
To touch without touching
Craving not yet, but soothing desire
Secrets unfold, life is magic
I am yours

Ah, sweet paradise within my heart, the shadow of the sunrise beckons me to venture and touch that which is the untouchable touched, the unseeable seen. All living is a dance.

Moments only exist with permission and life is given when the depth of feeling grasps the passion of each one. For each possesses its own paradise. My summer breeze, my warming sun, tantalized and tempted for my weakness to become my strength and my rebirth into the experiences of time.

The warm summer breeze fills my sails to caress me in the direction of my fate, wait desire, no, craving now. Your hand touches the light, and spins the web of sweet nectar that will draw me in, out, neither, becoming one but two at once.

The stream is you, I, us, I feel it on my skin, like silk, cool, warm, but hot, consuming yet comforting. It flows like words from a pen into my thoughts, my thoughts accepting the temptation.

Caressed, caressing my very being is alive and enlightened with the heart I feel beating in my hand, a moment of seeing, touching, dissolving, creating, floating in this stream. Music played with silent instruments, heard only by those hearing light,

You cast the beauty into the stream for I feel it in my hand as your heart shines, comfort befalls me, peace, but more, again desire, not craving….I surrender