Susan K. Rowse
What are my Passions?
I have passions as soft as the first waves on the new beaches at dawn...the quiet of a caress of gentle foam that nourishes and bathes and the wash of an ebbing bleach that leaves the tidal pools of passion embraced by the greatest of pleasures, sated...My spirit is the golden morning sun that reflects from the rolling crest...then rides the reflection upon a wave as the tides turn and the smile of the sea has caresses the sands. I am the sea bird calling to the waves to crash and I am the nucleus of a wonder of power escaping along the stretches of beaches that once held a gentle magnificent morning...and I can be the footprint left there long ago or the new one beginning that first infant step. I am an enigma and you are my world.
I want to be the wind that caresses your hair and separates each follicle and envelopes the mass like magic and the fingers of a wonderful artist that can see in the dark of nothing into the soul of this free spirit...I'll find the fire and I will walk there gently...then I'll be the cooling ice that soothes your passions and tones down this love till you are ready again...
...then a resurgence will take hold of your soul and the man of you will smile from a deep blind side of your heart...and you would have never known it was there had my spirit not known where to look.