Play Lover

a poem by Elaine E. Howie

Tall and handsome straight white teeth cheekbones distinguishing,
eyes like the glitter of diamonds.
Yes he has a head full of hair
shoulders to lean on
chest to snuggle up to
arms to lift my spirit and me.
I could dream
while he would rescue me on a washboard abdomen
with a member that will delight the best in any woman’s sexual fantasy.
Thighs that hold me close on a lap that I cultivate only in my data bank.
Calves that will make a long distance runner envious
feet that plant themselves firmly and steady me as I stand in awe of my play lover.

Intelligence demanding from me
my best he requires a nemesis of thought from within my soul.
Humor resistant of lives long lived before a plate of sensual aromatic existence.
Personality running just outside the norm,
and captivating within me
a place for life of passionate eroticism
that complains only within the four walls of our mind.
I find his spiritual depth withstanding long learned morals
and possessing knowledge of teachers gone by.
Every fiber in my body longs for my play lover

He makes the ideal husband loving for our children attentive to detail
unselfishly committed to our needs.
Releasing all doubts from my mind as he inhales the lust for life.
I cannot rationalize the weight of his love
for it is boundless and underscores for us shelter
from the most arborous storms of a life
so rich until it leaves a hole in the earths most inner axis.
He is my play lover.

I brand him with my love
and reach for him in my soul
as we glide towards the perfect union.
Sexually he beats and throbs inside my conscious
implying me with a mist so soft as the glistening off the morning dew.
Passionately securing for me all of my inhibitions
to form in the glass of our semen
as we push each other towards the stars of a galaxy so resolved
as to implant in one seed the moment of joy.
Yes he is my play lover.

If I left this earth with him
we would indeed settle on a plane much higher then the skies blue shore
to immerse ourselves into a heaven
not yet seen are contemplated.
Welcome to a glimpse of this life
assured and blessed by my play lover and me.