Poem: Friend/Lover/Goddess

Gods, how I love her!
That every thought
and every breath
speaks more to each other
than words could ever aspire.

That once the sex
has been forgotten,
lost to calm, petting, embrace.
It appears like Magick;
powerful and unbidden.

The sexiest woman in the world,
a brush of her thigh,
whiff of her wet vagina and armpits.
Moments ago,
a mere human,
made for joking,
and light pedestrian patter.
Cuddles and tea
with warm affirming gestures of comfort.

Gone in an instant!

So that I hear her ragged breathing,
restraining her lust palpably,
her hands now stroking,
with fire-flame intentions,
when once were just holding,
and cautioning me to stop.

The change is not subtle.
Having just been spanked,
for demanding too much,
I'm leary
and weary
and scared.

The Sex-Goddess before me,
she gives me no choice,
no exit,
nothing,
by which ,
I compare!
How lucky I am!
I'd better just obey
And give to her
what'oer she dare asks.

As the smallest of moths,
to a very great flame,
I gave her all that I could spare.
An energy which could inhabit her being,
no way I could ever compare.

To feel that again,
I never supposed,
would be a gift given to me.
So now that I've touched it
on her farthest edge;
I recall
what it means
to be free.

So back to my task;
Being worthy of her,
a discipline growing each day.
And I pray toward the future
one far-coming-day,
when I'll be fit to give her my all!

That night-shineing day
when our powers will equal
and together
as lovers
we'll fall.

Uniting the deepest
of male and female;
The Yin and the Yang
of our souls.
Uniting our beings
from the root of our Chakras,
a marriage
so maintained
in our souls.