The D Spot

My skin aches for the gentle caress that has less to do with lust
and more to do with intimacy.
That soul-touch, that
unflinching eye contact that
plays music in the heart.
Only once have I heard that music…
The second half the missing piece
the coda on my symphony…
Looking looking always looking…
seeking something that likely will reside
in the end
in me.
She says She won’t be found without until She
is found within…Mother Goddess…
and if she is love
then my own love as well
my hidden secret symphony…
cannot be found until I find the same
in my own soul.
I just wish I had a little help.