You stand on solid rock 
Category: Writing and Poetry 

You stand on solid rock
Your spirit surrounds me
I feel safe with you
Secure and protected
My sexual desires
Have been resurrected
New hope abounds
Old frustrations die
Birth and death
Sacred breath
The circle of life
I lift you from the undercurb
And lead you to my garden
As the incense burns
The monks chant and play the bamboo flute
As the coy fish travel through the trickling ponds and streams
We walk over the small bridges
Lotus blossoms framing your asian beauty
You heal my contusions
Play with my protrusions
Draw me no conclusions
Force on me no solutions
Exist with me on this plain of reality
Stoic and ancient
Like a rock
You hold me in your arms
And under painted skies of bright orange and magenta hues
I stand behind you with my arms around you
Your hair blowing in my face
Smells like cherry blossoms
My tool feels your soft bottom
Getting me hard
Blood rushing in
Swelling
We are beautiful
And perfect
And all things sacred and beautiful
Reach a crescendo
And fall back into restful positions