To Make WavesForbidden thoughts and words,
Like the thought of a cool spring breeze
Filled with the scent of a lover
Or the thought of bodies entwined in some passionate dance,
Desire coursing through hot-blooded veins
And minds drunk with lust.
Memories of one become thoughts -- fantasies-- of another,
Wanting to share something special and deep,
Equally as dark and devious as before
When the night flew by
And I greeted dawn with a kiss on my lover's lips and a hasty retreat.
I long for the daring days of the past,
Where the trees and elements were the only witnesses
To quiet commands and whimpers of pleasure exchanged,
And I dared to skirt authority.
I still do, for that matter, I suppose...
In a much different manner, though.
I dare to test waters untested,
To challenge the rules and bounds of others,
That say "love one and only one".
To make waves to love fully as I feel I should.