I Do Alluring is befitting of an anomaly that occurs only in my mind…but my mind is fertile for the seed you’ve planted…I grow it with the uncertain certainty of reaping more than some physical contact…I grow it in hopes of reaping something so incredible that love has no name for it…something so pleasant and worth while that time stands in awe of its power, that envy and jealousy kill each other just to gain the approval of what we together share…laughter weeps at the simplistic beauty of seamless majestry in motion. I now live to receive your gift of you-ness in the realm of free…free like the breeze blowing softly through my thoughts while gently flowing to places not known and never shown. I could never own you…I could only hope to be touched by you in an act of total innocence. Is possession an obsession that rewards the caged or the cager? Does it give pleasure or support emotional masochistic beliefs, sprouted by a one sided non existent move of a non traditional approach at a supremely regulated love? I awkwardly try to hide behind a myriad boastful rantings orchestrated by child-like goings on that are washed away by kisses held close to my core. Finally the rains come and the seed is nourished…finally the seed grows… finally the seed is nourished and grows Strong… Deep… Stronger… Deeper… Do You Feel Me? Finally.