Touch inside my skin and feel the pulse of what it is to be a man, As I a reach inside your field of wonder to see out through the heart of a female gaze.
What do you see as you look through the eyes of me? What can I see looking out onto the plane, hazel-eyed dabbed with green.
I touch my new silken skin, my breast, by loins. Not as man touching the delicate sculptured flash of another species bred;
But as a woman who might touch herself. What is in this softly bosom flesh and body delicate throbbing with a force of life creation?
And for you... What is it to look inside out from the seeder of the womb? That might one-day bloom with in my new... Your -- holy chamber life growing spot.
If there comes a time when this loving dies To the melding and embracing Beyond... this auric world wonder Then...
We remain as we are, Touching... hand-in-hand, On the Higher Ways of what it is To walk the Wonder Fields of Love.
