...rambling thoughts of

How I envy the sheets or tissue that catch what should be mine and wish that pearly issue could anoint and cause me sighs.   Long  awake at night, I imagine the liquid heat, that fires my deepest inner goddess' Seat.  Again I feel that longing to be made your woman and ache for that sacred moment...and pearly tissue issue that makes me sigh.

Oh, if it be of fig, your dress
under it I would coyly peek..
and of the delights I there would seek,
would be your jewels, no less!

I have a secret treasure box
to hid your jewels within,

there a fit divinely fine,

with dark rose velvet lined ...

You, my love will find no locks,
there the scent reminds of heaven,
musky, dark and sweetly welling..
It is much like I, softly willing.

How I so desire to entwine

my legs around you,
just as our souls entwine

and spiral like thousands of
twinkling diamond stars.

How I ache to feel you deep within me,

one with me and my heart, our bodies

finally merged as are our souls
and intoxicate on the blend

of our essences creating
a unique perfume.  Heady and sweet.

Oh, to feel your weight upon me,

I, deliciously impaled immobile - 

to feel the force of loving thrusts

each urgency climbing higher.

To visualize it, is almost ecstasy -

the moment of ultimate trust

between such souls as you and I.

How I long for that sacred moment

when with throbbing pulses ours,

I hold my breath to savour your

gift of the purest of you, your essence. 

The ultimate blissful pleasure!

I would hold you captive

with my most intimate muscles
until every pearl of 'you' was mine,

greedily treasured, precious jewel.

I would kiss away your tears of joy,

as my own wash my eyes with

the same intense happiness...
of being one with you.

Written in a style inspired by the villanelle and pantoum.

Not of cabbages and kings, but of figs and mussels and other such edible, lingual delights...

Take, my beloved, this fig –

fruit of my delights

Gently divide it open,

marvel at ruby secrets inside

Fruit of my delights

reveals the Seat of Gaia

Marvel at ruby secrets inside -

the honeyed bliss of sustenance

Revealed Seat of Gaia!

Press your lips upon

the honeyed bliss of sustenance -

seductive velvet succulence

Press your lips upon

and suckle on its sweetness,

seductive velvet succulence

that entices for more

Suckle on its sweetness,

and I will sip its golden drops

that entice for more

from your nectared lips

Gently divide it open,

and taste, my beloved, this fig –

How I long to bathe

in the essence of you.

How I yearn, my love, to feel

your weight upon me, crushed

under the blanket of your body…

and so deliciously surrendered.

The gates of my secret garden

no longer closed, forlorn,

open only for you, holder of the key.

Enter gently, ignore my pleas

as my legs embrace your hips…

then fill me with all of you

Hold me in your arms

as we soar ever higher

to realms of ecstasy unknown

beyond the connubial bliss

of earthly desires fired,

still, fill me with all of you.

How I long to bathe

in your sacred essence

and deliciously surrender.

Only you, my holder of the key

to realms of ecstasy unknown.  

With distance assuring deport…

~

My reserve is deliciously distracted

with noble intentions, but lately

by far more ‘pressing matters’…

such as slow preoccupation

with the buttons of your shirt.

How I would tease you with it

before moving on to the next...

but not before remembering

to pay attention to

that bottom lip I am so

curious about , its taste,

gently nibbled between my careful teeth…

and then there is the matter

of your chin, is it dimpled?  Is it cleaved

ever so slightly, barely perceivable?

Or is it smooth?

Trailing with kisses to under there

slowly down your neck,

I would ask wordless forgiveness

at the recess of your throat,

tonguing an insincere apology for the

discomfort I hope I am causing you.

Still, the most difficult part

would be overcoming a simple thing -

the sound of your zipper.  

I am afraid my anticipation

would numb me, you will have to

help me there.

But please my dearest slowly,

and ever so, make me suffer

your sweet revenge in this way too.