The Beckoning

 

 
I can always tell an authentic Beckon— that sort of Grip that cannot be shunned, cannot be distracted, and cannot be deceived…
I’m feeling it now.
 
My stomach is tightened…
 
My eyes are welled…
 
My lips are half smiling…
 
While my Heart is laughing and sobbing in synchronized time…
 
 
I’m caught in this Whirlwind from a simple idea, the internal whispering of a single refrain:
 
 
 
(write)
 
 
 
Mmmm…. yes, my Love…
My Soul knows Your touch— caress me again.
Undress me, expose me,
Let’s invite them All in!
 
The Life of my Party has always been here, been calling me Here, been waiting Right here…
 
 
 
(i’mready)
 
 
 
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