Sensuality

In the gentle embrace of a magnolia's bloom,

I learn to appreciate my sensuality's tune.

Caressing petals, inhaling nature's scent,

I awaken the depths of my own content.

 

I trace the stem of a rose, feeling its thorns,

A reminder that sensuality has multiple forms.

For in life's delicate beauty, there's strength so real,

A lesson that sensuality can also heal.

 

My finger rests upon a prickly cactus's skin,

Discovering sensations, a dance with pleasure and chagrin.

I sit upon grass, grounding my soul in its embrace,

Feeling the Earth beneath, finding my rightful place.

 

With fingers touching tree bark, rough and strong,

A connection is formed, where I truly belong.

A cradled rock nestled within my hands,

I explore its temperature, its texture's demands.

 

Then against my cheek, this rock I place,

Feeling its essence, a tender embrace.

From cotton sheets to woolen blankets so soft,

Each touch awakens sensuality, aloft.

 

Water trickles upon my skin, a sensual affair,

As warm night air whispers, caresses my care.

With a gentle touch to a baby's tiny feet,

Sensuality's innocence, pure and sweet.

 

Appreciating the sensuality that resides within,

I open myself to life's vibrant energy, akin.

Passion sparks and creativity's fire ignites,

As I explore the world's textures, day and night.

 

So let us embrace our sensuality, without shame,

For it is through connection, we find our flame.

In this journey of touch, we learn to imbue,

The beauty that sensuality can bring me and you. ("Sensuality") by Courtney Weaver Jr.