Breathlessly Pondering

Dear Lover,

When I’m with you, I feel as if I’m being slowly consumed with every touch. I lose myself, taken away to a plane slightly lower than nirvana. It’s as if my body is not real, as if it were merely a catalyst to transform your energy. As our lips touch, and I feel you move deep within me, I am absorbed. I take every breath desperately, for each seems like the last. If you only knew!  The words on this page are a sad attempt to testify to the passionate way you take over me. 

Fear is where the problem lies, fear of being caught in a rapture of bliss that I cannot control. I deeply want to block you out, to think of you as just another man, but I must say that is impossible! So now what, you have my attention? 

Breathless,
Diane