Yes

It was you,
soft and pleading,
“Baby,”
in the morning light -
the sight of your warm, pink skin
rising and falling
against the silhouettes of barren black trees.

At the edge of the precipice, my nerves rippling with electricity,
i tumbled down into you,
past mountains of unknown fears
and came to rest against a strong fiery thigh.
“Baby,” you purred,
as my tongue sang wicked songs
to your wanton shadows,
fingers groping their way inside,
pressing, reaching, thrusting, rubbing
leaving me unable to speak except to repeat,
over and over,

“beautiful.”

“Beautiful, beautiful love,”
my prayer of thanksgiving, whispered in reverence,
as silent music pulsed through you in waves,
your body danced,
rolling and bucking as your moans became
an opera of pleasure.
Inside you, a part of you,
i held your hand and kissed your chest.
Oh, rapturous woman, lush and deep,
i was waiting all these years for you
and you have blessed me with ecstasy
and stillness
and
the answer to my question.

How could i not have known? The answer had always been

Yes.