Tender Thoughts, With Spice Poem by Robert R. Railey

Tender Thoughts, With Spice

Even before the door of discovery was fully opened we thought surely that the well had run dry; and to many of us, it seemed as if the words which are used to describe the feeling of love had already been said, and many times over
It's also been said that the heart had heard but had not yet been breached by its lower human misery, and which then makes us wonder if strong quite men ever think of love or do they just pray for wanting, but for what they're never quite sure
But since men speak less of sweet caresses must we refrain from showing tenderness?
Must we also hide what's in our hearts for fear of false compassion? Or even worst, should we continue to dread that our most intrepid moments will somehow reveal our innermost selves?
For if we are to change eternity, then we must first learn to speak openly of love; for as we all know, any given moment could be our last
And what about the hard and coarse men, should they not even apply? For is love such a well-kept notion? If so, then perhaps we should set aside more than just one day a week to demonstrate our true-love and devotion
But if done properly, the feeling derived from such a deep commitment might just last throughout our days; especially if it's done with enough true emotion and if we're not too inundated with the drama of our own promotions
Even so, we are somewhat happy to find that small wonders still exist, such as when women gently stroke their arms and legs, or casually flip their hair, then of the charm do they know of the power of show, even when the slightest movement can make it so?
And yet, it seems that those suggestive motions might be less curious to some, but to men, it's all they dream of
Likewise, a furtive glance, on purpose or by chance, can stop a man in his tracts; and something as simple as a wicked smile will stoke the furnace of desire which leads credence to the legend that a man would walk an extra mile just to see his lover's smile
Nonetheless, there're no easy answers to the age-old riddle of trying to define what creates desire, excepting to say, that women were born to be vivacious and earthly and that God gave them the power to form man's destiny