I lie once more in my bed alone,
The dark holding me in its embrace.
I open my eyes at the sound of his whisper,
See the outline of his face.
He beckons me to follow him,
His breath soft against my ear.
My consent I freely give away
As he gently draws me near.
His caresses leave my flesh ablaze,
The core of my being yearns
To feel his lips on mine again,
To quench this fire that burns.
He tastes of the sweetest honey,
His skin like earthy salt.
To feel the swell of his need for me
Brings me to a breathless halt.
He suckles to my naked breast
Like a hungered child.
The flames of pleasure now grow fierce,
Burning intense and wild.
My hands roam with a mind of their own
Over the body of my Lord.
I feel every inch of burning flesh,
Every sinew, muscle and cord.
His gaze speaks his intention,
As his eyes drift and rove
To the hidden mystery
Of the sacred grove.
He bends his head to taste
The first drops of glistening dew.
He drinks from the eternal spring.
His vigor now seems to renew.
"My Goddess," he whispers to me
As he takes me for his own
And I transcend this earthly plane,
No longer flesh and bone.
We ride the wave of ecstacy
To its very crest,
Crashing against the shores of heaven,
Before returning to ride the next.
The rhythm of the ancient dance
Now winds its way slowly down.
My Lord's heart beats against my breast,
In his kisses I gladly drown.
My body spent and tired,
My spirit basking in the afterglow,
My dark Lord stirs in his sleep,
Dreaming of the sacred grove.

... Moone

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