I lie and wait for you, O powerful one…
I await the crescent glow of the Moon,
The fierce brilliance of the Sun,
The crescendo of our hearts pounding in tune,
The ominous force of your loins, never outdone.
In the courtyard, reveling in the breeze,
I watch the birds dance, flitting to and fro
As I dream of your touch, hands kneading knees,
Passion rising between us, a potent thrust, a flow
Of energy earth-bound, spell-bound, ready to please.
The air itself heralds your approach, parting before you,
The sky blushing in twilight reds - I do not turn -
An electric current, a spark, ignites the volcanic brew,
My body ready and open, my heart, my mind - how they burn!
I yearn for your divine kisses; your touch so long overdue.
I lie and wait for you, O powerful one…
Your hand traces shivering circles down my spine,
Touching the ripe essence within…I am wanton
In my slow turn, erotically exposed as I recline -
Two orbs of moonlight drawing down the Sun…
Dena L Moore
September 8, 2008
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