I see her in my mind’s eye.

I feel her as my heart pulsates in anticipation of her picking up the signals of my desire.

Her instinct says yes whilst her hesitant mind presses pause.

I see a relationship that defies the norm, reaching far beyond the mundane, mushy carnal  connections.

I see us transcending the ordinary as our fertile thoughts seduce our cerebral spheres,

spilling over into poetic, erotic ad divine precints.

And yet she pauses, her words fail her as she steps back.

Perhaps her hesitancy is the fall out of the fractured experiences of the past?

Still sore.

But isn’t that exactly what drew me to her in the first place?

Isn’t that why she thinks she needs to waive caution and accept a fusion?

I know she can see that intimate bond unfolding. That elusive attachment

that will feed her with spiritual nourishment she so badly seeks.

I’ll wait. Because I know she will feel the vibrations of my thoughts and take that step.