This sensuous language of love explores the power of eye contact and non verbal body language in the art of seduction. It would be fair to issue a warning for those who have never experienced what it means to bare one’s soul to a stranger equally receptive and affected by the subtle influences of the moon and desire. If you blink, you are likely to miss something your partner already knows, but won’t tell you about!
‘This Sensuous Language of Love’
Am I so wrong being such a lover?
For catching that playful glint within your eyes?
Passion unseen by busy others in the room
Sent only for us, by that playful, teasing moon
Her blatantly subtle reflection cast
to catch only the eyes of another who
reads the language of love, in a glance
In front of all these unsuspecting others
Just blurs moving between and around us here
I wonder, how they could describe these moments
Perhaps it is best to not ask, best, they not try to answer
But are we, so wrong to seductively share this moment?
Openly, in silent fluency, secretly absorbed
So naturally we shamelessly flirting our hearts!
Just take the intensity and warmly smile…
” te quiero”
Take all stirring excitement and damply touch full lips
gently pressed against your wine glass, devour the glance…
One sign unseen, that states; from this moment on
we will always be entwined in love’s madness…
“estoye loco por ti”
Secretly, passionately we, invisibly dance past
blurred faces of completely oblivious others, we are alone
Am I so wrong being such a man?
Sharing the sensuality of intense approval
No words exist for non believers to learn or understand
this subtle, sensuous language of love
Of course, it requires skillful confidence
to know what is to be found only in moonlit lashes
An intuitive sense to welcome scented pheromones
Far more then noticing beauty left to stand alone
She, in her prime, has been abandoned by a fool
That split second where her vulnerability is exposed
needing to remain unseen, or rescued by another
also enveloped within that exact moment
Moonlit eyes caught now glint seductively back
silently offering her a timely escape
into the body language of new lovers
I blame the moon, her magnetism;
in my defense and thus am unremorseful
Such courage can be found in lustful stolen moments
and more easily in the boldness of silence
Are we so wrong being so receptive, to such opportunities?
I have lived by these times offered by this teasing moon
A silent quest to openly love such lovely strangers completely
A thrill of knowing that one can seduce another heart, in a glance
without rejection, or a partner’s clumsy intervention, for he is too blind
Wrong? To read her soul, as moonlight captures her eyes
holding her every sense to ransom, only to then, set them free
Wrong? To let her know she is truly desired, worshipped, seen!
Receptive lovers of lunar given spontaneity, all know
The power of this sensation;
we know the thrill of never telling others
we know the loyalty of this mutual arousal
where it comes from, where it can be taken to
how it grows without a word spoken,
into wild, echoed crescendos that last, forever
One soul’s gated path opened by reflection
the path only a trusted lover could follow
to share only those most secret desires
a private vault of guarded emotions, now loved
Am I so wrong to ravage such defenselessness
or to give and receive unconditionally?
Is it so right – to ignore her vulnerability
her playful heart, her mystery, her very being?
To look away, endeavoring to cover my soul
With the blandness of apathy to what I’m seeing
I truly deserve wrong!
Under this lover’s moon, so wickedly teased
into seeking the reflective beauty of your eyes
the power of your glance, your scent so tasted
has lifted me far beyond that intense, forbidden rush
Though wrong I may be,
in defiance of all rules to the contrary
I must share the last time I looked so deeply
Into the soul of such a lovely stranger found
One equally able to read my heart, my desires
For we shared our moonlit craving to be loved
Both knowing the perfection of parting as lovers
Look to the moon and swear to her if you can
That your heart does not cry out for that glance
Or for the passionate thrill of meeting another
who would love you completely, as you are
Instantly fulfilling your most intimate desires
held ransomed the moment she smiles above…
Two souls once laid bare by the magic of a her glance
Can never forget – this sensuous language of love…
Could you be so wrong?
*~ Pearldiver ~
‘This Sensuous Language of Love’
Copyright © 2010-2017 Rob Welsh – Pearldiver with all rights reserved.
if you believe it will make you happy
But please, don’t take my heart
Don’t rob me of my soul
For they are all that I am
All that I truly need
To be free, to care, enough to share
To be at peace, and just to be, whole…
*~ Pearldiver ~