A deep longing awakened
Dreaming from an imagined sleep
She lies still beside me
Hips curving and nestled beneath torn silk
Cupping and forming with heels frozen to the touch
Awakened my eyes gaze and caress
The feminine beauty of her cognitive appeal.
A shifting complex like pressed flowers
Cascading deep and moving to reveal.
Scented like the Raven
Her hair lies fallow on a white sheet
Fields and fields of Egyptian gold
No tomorrow – I whisper
But not gently.
Only now – as I dive beneath her topographic deep.
Sallow – Smooth – all aglow with musk
Welcome me with the promise of chaotic moments.
Turning as waves rush in
Through eyes darkly open like honey smiling
Her dark lips caress me with passion
A promised taste of forbidden longing.
Rising, head back abandoned she gathers – like a storm
To tease the parched loam.
A dark ecstatic still binds the moment
A welcome reminder that treasure still awaits;
Pending – climbing till almost unbearable; two embers ignite consumed in a single flame.
Turning twisting in a synchronized spiral
Beneath the moon’s tempting path with senses threatening
We crest and pause like sculptures spent
Still touching; cast in tune.
Craving the essential pleasure
A will to please as seconds pass and roll beneath each other;
No longer bound here,
Waves grow beckoning as wings resonate to a different tune.
Still weightless the edge closes in,
The high ground shifts, and a perfect emptiness; revealed.
– Dedicated to Anais Nin
Copyright © Martin Hanley 2/21/2014