Love Never Runs Out Of Time...A SPII Throwback CHallenge

 

'love never runs out of time'

Listening to how it sounds in my head
I'm no longer afraid....
Now, if it were only true
Still thinking about watching her dance...as Johnnie played
and that brassy carmel buttered skin displayed
eyes that met mine....by surprise
.....peeping in...to the discoverer in me...
I...Ms Columbus....gazed back....taken aback....merged mine with hers
almost instinctively

Distancing the crowd...caught up in our glance...
Ooh she mesmerized me...deliciously
It was she who first opened this door...filled with warning signs that she...was closed for me
........ as the gateway to foolish abandon....broke open
Eyes..dead on me...though subliminally.... asking me
to dance

I was content on giving free reign to my imagination...until......I was drawn to feast upon that which seemed forbidden...
and without invitation.....walking right up to me
In a grin that makes the most naive wonder
I knew...that nothing would be required when she came to me....inhibitions swept vicariously asunder
.....not even how long it took for her to get here

As if in the darkness our secret could be betrayed
we would eventually become cramped..and eventually 'played'
in our own minds
the more that song played this teasing bump and grind
There was no doubt we would tire of playing the games greedy gamblers play
I knew I would surrender...and she counted on me surrendering too
..... me to her...and her to me
Over the music...the persistent canto of music cooed us
heart to heart
breast...to anxious breast
Johnnie's GOOD LOVE was all we needed
to start a fire that burned crimson red and electric blue
the Passion...whispering in a voice
that could change the locks on the doors to Hell
now beckoned sinfully to you

Submissive in the stares pouring into me
an equivocal devotion....free from obligation
and tchotchke tokens of affectation
and yet loving her freedom...a freedom yielding now to me
Choruses chanting the exorcism from voices of cognoscente
whispering in her ear..pulled me near
and nearer...and so close

that her spirit a mixture of efficacious farrago
and alacrity's sensuality almost made me bite my own tongue

We danced.....for an eternity...lost in just one verse...from one song
to another song...all in one song
The night...the floor...the mood seemed to open up
and take me up...filling me up
and emptying me
rinsing me thoroughly...in the ambiance called she
and verses divided
and gathering us back together repeatedly
Every crescendo following this great big release
in the form of a smile....a touch.....a sound she made
that broke me free as she stood face to face
with me

My ransom paid in full as my body felt the pull
obediently laid out...full...limbs beginning to wrestle
and pull
amidst the disbursing trace of fingers
starting from my shoulders on a race....running down the length of me
The dance...ending in that place that summons me
it wasn't love...but it felt like it
There was no dedication
no promises
but a feeling was given
of a tranquility
that so uniquely emancipated her
and me
for every time she came...close
her lips...whispered to me

" Love is a choice you make from moment to moment"

"Love, like truth and beauty, is concrete. Love is not fundamentally a sweet feeling; not, at heart, a matter of sentiment, attachment, or being "drawn toward." Love is active, effective, a matter of making reciprocal and mutually beneficial relation with ones friends and enemies."


Just surrender to the dance
surrender to the dance
surrender....to the dance
...."gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love"
Love keeps us lifted up
.....and love never runs out of time

 

jakuper (9/21/09)