Initiation ...
blade strapped upon my hip, candle between our breasts as we bless our light
for this night of love.
your arms encircling my waist I mark this space for two alone calling to the
elements to witness this sacred rite
my red-gold sari upon the floor, Sacred Harlots serving Her with reflections
of candlelight upon our skin and glowing in Mardi Gras eyes.
with five-fold kiss, a Goddess birthed upon my sacred altar
goddess guided, goddess gifted
hidden places sought within, exploding in pleasure
ecstatic joy and tidal swells
juicy, wetness to be tasted, savoring the sweetness of swollen folds of woman
Your Softness ...
bent
knee resting softly on the covers, backside lightly freckled, waiting in its
sleep... to be awakened
flesh, soft breast, nestled in the cup of my hand
sweet brown rosebud, moist from the taste of my tongue, rising to meet my
lips
in eager anticipation .........
Remembered Pleasure ...
Butterfly kisses on your skin flutter open places as yet unseen
taste and touch... the scent of you who is woman is poetry to my soul...
awakening something new as before unknown
..... and yet so familiar ...
The Red Feather ...
she gave to me a red feather
presented like a rose
a lover's gift, brushing, tickling
pleasure's scent more pleasing
than the rose ?
The Crone's Secret ...
"Have you been together long?"
"Oh, our first date," claims she.
"How sweet,"
"Oh, yes," says she.
Looking at us thinking that lust is for the young,that we two crones are
reaching for what is lost never to be regained.
How would they ever guess that for Goddess, Fire never dies, but is renewed
with each new look upon Her face.
It is the Crone who touches youth most closely. For in her wisdom, She has
learned to savor each moment and Her child awaits eagerly to emerge and play
with the joy that comes only from knowledge of what life has taken and returned
again.
To explode at the touch of Her mouth
To reach inside Her sacred sex.
Within, Her soul lies waiting
For joy renewed and ever returning.
Should we tell our secret .... No!
Share it only with the Maidens, for they know Her face, and they will
understand.
The Rose ...
Tasting the dew from the petals of your rose bud
flower, I feel you rise to meet
my lips, aching to be
consumed in my passion. A flower unfolding in joy and pleasure, eagerly opening in it's yearning.
At the Beach...
We climb the white hills, our feet sinking in warm sand as we anticipate our
joy together between the dunes up ahead.
I feel the cool, salty water licking our feet as we lay together in the
pleasure of the day.
I cannot wait to have the warm sun melting down upon our hot bodies, as we
entwine ourselves and taste the sweetness of love's pleasure.
I can smell the sea mingled with the sweet scent of your lips opening to me
and I rush to have love's wild pleasure.
as my fingers trace the curve around your breast, your flesh rises like an
exotic flower about to bloom.
I feel your excitement mounting as I slowly trail down to the soft mound
below your belly
soft and warm, I gently tease, kiss your thighs and secret places, lightly
licking
your body moves in gentle rhythms snake-like across the sheets, inviting me
to share your secrets
swollen lips I gently part, a flower yearning for the sun, honey dripped in
it's wetness
I suck your clit and feel your heat as fingers probe your warm moist cave
you take me in and moan my name and wildly ride the waves
I have found the holy altar, your secret center place, goddess jewel filled
with love
your soul unfolds in passionate pleasure, ecstatic rapture in your frenzy
bassarid revels cannot compare, your wild nature erupts and you are lost in
total surrender
you leave this moment taken to rapturous places soaring in spirit, touching
Goddess
lost in yourself your spirit divine, I take you to my holy place
Come with me, my Goddess Woman, soar on my gift of pleasure
ride the wind to unknown places touch Her face and know Her joy, a Goddess
Flower unfolded ...
