Sensuality of the Senses

What if a person treated touch as a precious action only to be indulged when the language of “in love” is spoken, heard and received.

What if looking into someone’s eyes past the point of a friendly gesture would be allowed only to get the attention of someone you want to know much deeper than surface, much longer than a lifetime.

What if tasting was seen as a sacred feast only to be had with the one who has captured your heart for eternity.

What if hearing the voice of the one you love was like a serenade, an offering given to you reminding you of a warm summer night experiencing the cool sprinkling of a beautiful fountain.


What if the fragrance of someone caught your attention devastating your senses with the fresh scent of baked cookies,

bacon, grits and eggs cooked to perfection; they smell like home.


Why not save the sensuality of the senses for the one who knows more about you than those who were the closest to you, that person makes you smile from your eyes to your cheeks and holds you through every hard time and every exuberant celebration.


Exposed Loving 💙 8.7.17

A Fortuitous Meeting (Part 2)

A Fortuitous Meeting (Part 1)


Part 2

You, the few that knew, captivated

my senses enough that I began to

hope in humanity once again.


You see, in the times in between, my

heart had been broken; betrayal

happened much too often and I spent

too much time building walls that I

was not made to keep up.


These fortuitous meetings happened

and open me up to the certainty that

the Holy One is present looking out

for me so I don’t become another

casualty locked into a mindset that

asks questions like why and how come

but no one knows the answers so the

questions linger.

(To be continued)


Exposed Loving 💙, 8.4.17