Like a rainbow

Rolling Stones She's A Rainbow 1966

     How does she come?  My beloved.  Like a rainbow my friend.

     From the side, sultry slide, so beautiful, so hidden, like a child trying so desperately to sneak, yet like a woman, so longing to be viewed.  By him.  She wants to be seen.  She longs for his eyes to devour her.  Tension building.  The soft peel.  Gentle reveal.  Soft slide so subtle, she will reveal, yet only if I act like I don't know, yet she knows he sees.

     The ballet begins.  Her blouse slides, as unfastening button follows each to each.  The gentle game.  Revelation of her skin, so unblemished, so perfect, so heated.  It calls for his touch, fire erupts from her my friend.  Her eyes, so dark, so light.  She longs for him, he, he longs for her.  Yet she stays so far... so close. 

    Life eternal is only a touch away.    Primal fusion burns.  She is so ready... so willing... so.... wanting.  Yet she remains distant.  He longed to worship her.  To caress her.  To rejoice in every curve, every magnificence of all that is her.  Yet she, my most beautiful girl, stays just a moment out of touch.  She longs to be loved.  To be rejoiced upon.  But the world has taught her something so different.  Her beauty has been beaten by so many others that she believes that she does not deserve, does not warrant, to have her deepest desires fulfilled.

   She cannot see her majesty.  The beauty unabashed in every curve.  The magnificence of each bend, every turn, of all that is her.  The burning of her red.  Her... so soft... so tight... so hard... her body of contradictions so beautiful.  Will she know?  Does she know?   She is loved beyond compare.

Beyond...

compare.

     In her beauty, in her ecstasy, she need feel no shame.  She is safe in his embrace.  She is his.  She explode life.  She is a rainbow.