Unbridled

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In my youth I expected wild displays of affection
but over these many years upon intense reflection
I’ve come to enjoy the quiet presence of your steady love
for it is so much more than I ever dreamed of.

For yours is not the turbulent storm that roars in the ebony night
but rather you are the wings of butterflies fluttering on a maiden flight.

 

And Lo! You are not the tornado that leaves devastation in its wake,
rather you are a soft whispering breeze caressing this lined face.

 

Oh, my love you are not…
the pounding ocean beating a ravaged shore…
rather you are the deepest blue lake, gently lapping evermore

 

But when the evening is long and becomes the middle watch hours
You unleash your tethered beast as we make love in a bed of flowers
and it is in that glorious moment I feel your unbridled loving power.

 

©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: Dedicated to my loving husband. Today is our 22nd wedding anniversary.

I love you, my Big Viking!

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6 Comments on “Unbridled

  1. I love the contrast between what the lover is and isn’t. You paint such a full, vivid, and evocative picture! I particularly love “And Lo! You are not the tornado that leaves devastation in its wake,
    rather you are a soft whispering breeze caressing this lined face.”

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