The Encounter

When you encounter someone who surprises your expectations of spiritual moments.

Who is purely objecting to satisfy you and only you.

It is continually nourishing.

Massages until your body falls to rest in a euphoria of coconut oil scents.

Melting away with the echo of the rain dripping on the window sill.

Brushing past the cells of your being.

Gazing over the landscape of your curves.

Feeling awkward and fearful of the way the most private parts of your vessel appear under a microscope of his perception.

Wanting to wrap your bare figure up in a blanket and hide yet only hearing blushing compliments of adoration.

Never realizing how astonishing it could be, having someone examine every single inch of your anatomy under the overflowing radiance of the sun.

Being the focus of pleasure and asking for nothing but fulfillment in return.

Replaying each second as if it wasn’t real, safely storing that moment endlessly.