Do You Know?

Do You Know?

Do you know how much I want to shower you with all the love and passion that has been locked in me my whole life?

Do you know how much I want to soak you all through you with joyful sharing of all the fun things I can think of?

Do you know how much I want to see your eyes sparkle with the knowing that you are adored just because you are you?

Do you know how much I long to hear your most playful laugh, your deepest heart-felt cry, and your most urgent passion?

Do you know how much I yearn to touch your skin, to run my finger through your hair, to hold you within me forever?

Do you know?

(C) 13 May 2011, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

If Only I Were Able

If Only I Were Able

If only I were able ... I'd love to grab you & go dancing in the rain, splashing in the puddles, laughing & giggling... wiggling toes in the mud... just happy to be alive & untamed.

If only I were able... I'd love to grab you & do wading through a creek, watching the little tadpoles about to become frogs, following dragonflies with our eyes, and splashing you while giggling.

If only I were able... I'd love to take you to the top of a tall hill during a storm and watch the storm from a sheltered but still open place... feeling the wind and the rain spray us... as I hold you to watch.

If only I were able... I'd roll you on the ground in a field of sweet clover... in the daytime and in the nighttime... happy to see sun or moon... just happy to be together.

If only I were able... I'd love you so much you'd be able to swim forever in my love and never want to stop swimming again.

If only I were able.... so I made myself able in the only way I can... with my words, my heart, my soul, and my love.

(C) 28 April 2011, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.

Touch upon Touch

Touch upon Touch

Opening joyfully to my lover
With tender compassion,
Sensuous depths explore
The most intense passion.

Soulish friendship, burning desire,
Understanding births inspiration;
Touch upon touch, a taste and a smell,
Life in bodily sensation…

A spiritual meeting, so earthy, so rare,
Cherishing gifted treasures,
With intellectual commingling…
Metaphysical pleasures.

(C) 2 May 1999, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.

Your Eyes Dance

Your Eyes Dance

Everytime I see you after we’ve been apart—
No matter how short the interval—
I feel that electric pulsing tingle and surge
Swell from my womanly core
As emotions ball in my throat,
Tears well my eyes.
Your eyes dance with sparkling light
As they search out mine
With that flirty, naughty,
Yet deep-springing joyous love
That we share.

And we know
We can take our time or passionately rush,
But our desire is still the same:
To celebrate our oneness
As thoroughly as we cherish each other.

But right now,
Let us continue to stoke the fire
That shines through our eyes,
Reflecting that knowing smile
Of our spirits, our souls, our bodies—
That knows you’re mine,
And I am yours.

(C)23 November 1993, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw

Buried Treasures

Buried Treasures
Come into my embrace, my love,
And let me begin to reveal my treasures
That my enemies thought were all destroyed or stolen,
But what they didn’t know then,
And they’ll not learn now,
Is that my treasures were buried
Deep inside me—
Kept safe until the right time
When the correct combination
Would begin to unlock the riches
Long ago buried
Deep in my heart
And spirit.
A great mystery—
The amazing ability
To disappear into myself
In a way that even I
Could not unlock
Until the right time.
But now,
Come, my love,
Take my hand and go on this adventure
Of great discovery with me.

(C) 20 January 1993, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.