T

he smell of jasmine
wafts through the window.
Crickets chirp.
The stars, sharp, bright,
are more defined than usual.
All that is unclear is
my head
muddled with conflicting thoughts
and hormone deprivation.

You have opened incredible new worlds to me,
where I do not have to pretend
or be an image of
some other self.
Where I can indulge
my sensual fantasies
and cling
to your solid, stolid warmth.

Where I can nurture
and be nurtured,
pleasure
and be pleasured,
touch
and be touched
in body and in spirit.

Soaring,
quivering
sprawled naked
soul to soul
we have touched the stars
that shine so brightly,
we have elicited thoughts,
moans and signs
more natural and soothing
than the crickets.

We have scented the air
with aromas more delectable
than jasmine.
We have grown together.
Together we have grown.