One Calling The Breath I Thought

 

In the searching is found yet where.

A moment of completeness, wholeness, a fulfillment.

A dove flying by, two birds perched before in a tree.

Presuming looking at me.

Oh creating mind birthing I do.

What else could you bring forth to my view.

You literally know who to vision into.

Picture two beautiful girls making love to me you.

For in the thought I breathe,

Hear me planting watering the seed.

From the searching, found—is where?

A moment of completeness, tickling air.

A dove flying by, two perched in a tree,

Presuming, gazing, watching loving me.

Oh, creating mind, birthing anew,

What else could you bring forth in view?

You, who knows what vision eyes see,

Picture two beautiful girls enjoying making love unto me.

For in the thought, I breathe,

Planting, watering, willing the seed.

A whisper to air, to touch me there,

Manifesting love rhythmically, come, comingly here.