Phoenix
by Dale J. Sprague
Op. 10 Idyls of the Flesh
From hearsay borrowed and a few scenes stolen,
from fantasy's flight and memory bright,
these passages are dedicated,
these idyls of the flesh, their meaning,
not to the separation of spirit from flesh,
but to their co'mingling,
not from what has been,
but from dreaming what could be
Cantos One
We should not say anything to each other. Only feel. Be blind, empty our minds, feel the sensations..idyls of the flesh. Very close, caressing. Giving with careful gestures. Exalting and holding for precious moments, postures restraining wanton flesh. The spirit shall commune, and so relishes the closeness, and prolongs as far as possible the sweet sting of Pleasure's subtle turns. It seems that I could take on all the violent throws of a vastly troubled sea if only we could occasionally commune with each other, and for a brief sweet eternity, place all our stings and pains into each other's care, wherein, having become lost in Pleasure's supple folds, all the pain, and dullness, and emptiness would surely disappear
With the surface of me made soft for you, I graze lightly over yours, just enough to arouse my sensation of you, to entreat you into a deeper exploration of nature's wilderness between us. This feeling, this so very strange sensation of knowing you, this enchanted anticipation of what the next moment will hold. We need no words, as if we are already so very close somehow, having never met in this life before. It seems that if we were to remain perfectly still long enough, I would hear the gentle course of your feelings, and soon after, flowing within me, I would hear them speak like clear fresh notes of a melody drifting through some haunting amber valley. And so it would be, that we would know at least one with whom we may freely be, one to distract me from this heavy solitary
Alienation, aloneness, at onement, all temporarily forgot, never certain which is dream or sensual, which is of me or not. Naturally disposed so, I am neither'nor until distracted by some conflicting bits of light, or by some sweet vision of Beauty's charm. Distractions by me for me. Sweet visions to deepen my treasures. This pit in me! I have crawled out of it so many times. What hope in purgatory, what ambition in hell!..or wish in heaven keeps me perched uncertain at its edge? Why not just crawl away and be satisfied with what I have gained? But so equally ready to suffer as not, am I..its dark abysm, its piercing revelation, its imponderable might extruding the depths of me with the dint of its ever'ready persuasion. So readily would I suffer great doldrums of dullness or brinks of pain, if it teaches, when I need to know, who I am..what I value, all the beauty..its magic. My own limitation, the magician. A bit of treasure given, to set aside and save for when I do not feel brave, for when all seems wanting or empty
But how much must I enlarge and translate for myself, such small fragments of what is real? Perhaps when Love, seeing me, holds a gaze...enchanted darkness, sweet wonder mixed with portions of apprehension...Love thinks "What a strange creature he is!..possessed by a dream, ruled by melancholy. Aye! I am quite sure, he is quite pure throughout with perfectly resolved values. Clear, multi'faceted. Pure, like fine crystal of a grand glass menagerie. And he probably noticed my incongruity, my inconsistency, my smoke glazed eyes. 'As within, incongruent with what is without' is probably what spread that gentle wonder'mystique over his face. So it seems, that wonder mystique spread'over, that untouchable noble radiance of innocence. 'As within, as it conveys itself without' has given him, as he must have thought, instant insight into the world within. By simply observing and evaluating what he sees expressed, he sees within. And perceiving me, has wondered long and perhaps far over this, unsure if he should even be curious about me or not. But no doubt more true!..he really has not gone that far. Maybe he has not gone anywhere in pursuit of my smoke and confusion. More true surely, I was just another exaggerated drollery, when I am actually as simple as I am complex. That indeed, he often does not feel me, does not see me in everything alive and growing...if he is not actually cringing in awe at the gaiety of my waist belt, at the surety of my voice, at the purity of the thought and action I strive for, what I value the most, the celebration of life I host"
I've heard Love speak. I know if it goes deep that life will spring fresh out of all and everything. Wise Love is a mystery. I am whole'living. All that I do is what I clearly intend, what I want and need, for better or worst. Innocence knows no fear. Fearless, love is pure and clean..and fresh giving, and sweet smiling, and well disposed in its beginning. In maturity, love has courage and radiates an aura of well being. It is a pulsing pleasing glow, like some natural wanderling having found its perfect place and pace of time. And even if I should feel the pain that loneliness cast, it is but Beauty's passing shadow or sweet spirit's exhaling sigh. And I know that Love endeavors to keep Fear speechless. It deserves no stage upon which to enact its pitiful judgments. Love prefers a larger greater world, the freedom there. The world of innocence, Love knows, and by whatever means, would hook Fear off the stage and spare us mortals from its fumbling lines. Love is dichotomous...dependent and separably one. It is loving without fear!..that gives love it color, and warmth, and a flower in the winter
With a deep sigh in these troubled times, I am reconciled...only in a dream can we be. Only in our dream can we be willing for one another, only if I should happen to become awake in a dream and find it so because you are there, with me, would I readily be for you, whole and incomplete, divisible and indivisible..body and soul, heart and mind
Barrier reefs we raise for each too steep. However high or wide, ourselves we cannot keep. No matter how hard we try and strive to break, no matter how long the sleep or deep the hope in its wake that the barrier would be gone..before we embrace, hand in hand, warmer and more a'side we stand. Over or under the reef you or I may go, but not without leaving some of our selves behind, not before Love softens each, for each other. If only for chance harmony, love of life we breed. Love is seed, nurtured by you, I, we
Cantos Two
So began a dream of love, and so began the first step of a journey for which I was given the freedom to make, however crooked or long it may take. To become more whole and make the most of it..for life's sake, for the sake of a dream, that it may live
The night is soft and warm. The natural order of all around, I feel..a thousand movements, a thousand songs moving simply, wholly. Each undaunted, together, randomly blending. And for an enchanted moment, I do not feel me, and belong. Echoes, all pervading, hollowed and faraway..like under the spell of gentle wind chimes, I feel its peace..I feel heavy, pleasant, and distant. The moon is brightly glowing, a kind lantern hung high in the dark firmament for all love stricken moods such as I..to see in the dimness, through the fog of my carnal darkness...moonglow spreads throughout, pervades within, wherein, amid the disarrayed clutters of opinion and thought, I feel far beyond me a world so far away. To there I journey, and soon..deep within..a very special place..always open and welcome. My favorite space, into which I retreat far from exhaustions of competing wants and all its heat. Once, directed to me while dwelling there, "Within your day dreaming you prefer more than me!" That was said by one who could not entrap me with the products of their day dreaming. Or, "Into your secret self that you refuse to bare, you hide." That was uttered by another whose motives for want of knowing me, I did not trust. But if I should be left unto me, to be without suffering some over'lording disapproval or cosmic frown, she can be with me in my special place, in my special secret place
When I am there, I feel that I belong to a much larger world, especially so and especially sweet, if there is but one that can be there freely with me. Far from the war of Wills, I see my peace, and needing rest from all, all I need do is open my windows, look out and upwards, and let the great wide universe in! What a very pleasant thought I had when I realized how private my world was. Reasoning in that instant, 'if there are those who can hear me in my secret place, I do not know they can, and feel secure. If there are those controlling what I think and do, it is enough that I do not know they do. A great audience could be surrounding the stage of my mind of light and shadow, and upon that stage, strings tied to head, hands, and feet moving me. Only so long as I do not see the audience, nor feel the strings pulling, will I be fine, shall I feel secure, of private mind, and free'
So it shall be, I feel, for the duration of my life, that I can think and do anything upon my stage! In my mind, total freedom! A sovereign manifest in any direction..any time! And only believing it so, for anything in it to be. Complete freedom of Will! I have freedom in mind, a true freedom I know. All else is governed by laws of passive light. All else is governed by law
And so it seems, higher and older than any hardfast law, beyond many lifetimes of stars is this freedom. 'From high atop a mountain tree, did a drop of rain become free, and after a great and wild flow, flooded the valley far below.' So this freedom seems to me. Something so innocuous, so prominent. Something so earth moving, so earth shaping. But within any shangri'la, shadows are as dark as its light is bright. From so much that I do not know do high levels of adrenaline flow. One completely unknowing, is one imagining the worst, is one inevitably given to the worst fate. I want to know more, and to feel wholly at peace with all when need be. Certainly at least, to feel the comfort of a world much greater than I
The deep of my bone hungers for my 'one and only.' We are hungry, and with passion pending, we imagine tender feelings and beauty great. 'Faraway amid the gentle leaves of wild strawberries we share, we boldly aroused one another. Not proceeding any farther than the bare surface, we savor one another. She wants a deep red rose and all that nurtures it. In the night of our desire, I provided additional support for the garment that cupped her breasts. With sweated brows savoring salted passions, we dined upon every offering, every gesture, not knowing, not caring how or when it will end. We lavished wanton flesh over wanton flesh. Hers was flush, soft, and warm. In the heated exchanges, I gestured for more...we are so joyously young...and happily she responds, giving desire and wanting in return'...the dream lives on
Without realization, one can live easily from one craving to another, busying one's self in a void, contemplating the next great sensation, and suspending all sensation until that void has been filled..at least with some expectation of some titillating delight. From delight to delight, can life be, un'wittingly, interrupted feastings of simple senses. Living from want to want will carnal desire pass until one is alone. This I've known..and gazing up into the night, a faint blinking and twinkling there makes the night in me even darker. My dim light down under, enpursuent of a dream..yet meanwhile, in constant motion, seeking constant heat, passing around, over, through whatever..seeking to appease some compulsion as though under the spell of some ruling edict, some cosmic law..unflinching thou'shalt moral. Like fresh rain water passing rapidly around, over, swiftly flowing unawares from..to a vast undivided well, would I immerse myself in currents of carnal ecstasies with her..who dreams as I
Beside a stream, I stood deep in its dark ravine. The gentle waters passed over tiny many'colored pebbles. I stood peacefully beside the sedentary life crowding its bank, reaching for the water's freshness. The leaves of tall broad trees blot out the sky. And the dark cool waters at my feet quietly pass over, around, through. I stand in silence with my line and lure in the water for any there also a subject of its own compelling need. And soon, out of the stillness, the ripplings, the gentle whisperings above...all blending darkly...'What does my freedom need? My dream of love...is there another with the same? Does she dream with me? in the night'
Then suddenly a great rainbow'd fish jumped over line and lure, and flashed its beautiful color, as though to answer
Cantos Three
Upon a grey day, long after the leaves have gone, I followed a stream up through the woods, through the evergreen. The day was very cool and subdued. And all subtle shades of green, yellow, and brown, of the grasses, trees, of all the willows and shrubs were made intense by a slight falling mist. The green everywhere was lush and clean, like the delicate watercress swaying in the gentle bubblings of waters streaming. This disquieting stillness..this thick Sunday grey entered and occupied me, perceiving with awe each new sight of natural law blending and accommodating other laws. Each sight glowing with a sparkling misted light..each, a new mood slightly altering the one before. Passing through this enchanted wood, feeling so much a subject to another, I was suddenly struck again with awe at so much law subject to law..so many laws governed by the dint of greater laws
This enchantment, this heavy grey is what weighed upon me up the path from the stream to my dreaming. 'This mood possessed me while she was conveying to me all the nuances of her beloved forest and creatures. "Be gentle..very gentle, and they will trust you." That was a good thought! Without trust, one cannot experience love. "Be sensitive to every motion and sound. They will feel you are one of them." That helped, too. She said, "Seize the moment and hold on to it." We stopped in the next clearing to give ourselves some chance to enjoy the natural order of things, of us and all around us
The sun broke through and instantly spread its warmth everywhere. In a small clearing upon a dry spot in the straw grass, near a young fir, we reclined. We listened to the squirrels rustling, the birds fluttering, the wind, its distance whispering over faraway treetops. I pressed my lips gently upon the corner of her mouth. I felt its gentle curve. It seemed such a natural thing to do. It fit so well here, within the natural order of things. She smiled, "I love it here." I placed my hand on her belly and gently, very gently ran it slowly up over the area of her heart. She smiled again, and closer, we slowly looked upon one another
'The body is whole. Passion isolates a part of the whole. We are isolated. Specific desires distract the parts from remembering that it is a part. Passion brings the parts together to amplify itself and renew the vehicle through which the spirit of the whole may continue to be'
She was very responsive, and was charmed as I by the sun so warm, and with its gentleness, ventured where I may, idly wyling the lazy moments away, seizing this moment for us, far away from the habits of a mundane day. I felt her every movement. I caressed her neck with my lips, and she gave my hand permission to follow the contour of her form. This was a pleasant surprise as was the compelling pungence of damp earth, the sweet fragrance of wood, the silent..almost melancholic disconnection that aimless Sunday afternoons makes me feel. Perhaps all this has made her especially receptive. How could I possibly go any further? with carnal pleasure, within the virtual reality of my dreaming, than the soft white rotundas over her heart. I kissed its surface until its summits began to rise..up which I diligently and repeatedly climbed. She, unwilling to lead until the path of my lips, overworn with gestures for greater heights, became a pleasure that blended between us...a sweet sensation we held, until it dissipated into all around us
We laid calm and listened to the silence. I caressed the foundation of her gentle breasts in appreciation of the peace between us. Embraced, we appreciated mutual exchanges, mutual pleasures, a simple touch..sight, sound, fragrance, each other's taste lingering, all a'blending with all around us. This is the way it should be. Each, in the silence we share, giving simple pleasures to one another. And for a moment, pleasantly restrained, refrain after ecstatic refrain, and for a brief eternity, holding each other in trust
And she would ask, "Do you love me?" I would say, "Yes, I do." I would lay my arm over her breast and press my lips upon her cheek, and drift into the evergreen, feeling all, sight and unseen..gentle breeze enpassing, swaying thoughts of a nearby tree, wandering aimless throughout me...'if there is too much pain and no change, then not to be. If there is too much pain, but change, then to be. If there is more pleasure than pain and no change, then to be. And it is true, there is to'be with no pleasure and no pain, but without feeling..no gain,' I look upon her sweet face, upon her closed eyes, and into her tender ear, I would also say, "You have given me a beautiful feeling. I want it to live in eternity. My love has no name"
Cantos Four
At night, upon a long country road, we would walk and casually talk. I was escorting her home, and we had so far, so far to go it seemed. Like in a dream, the gentle darkness everywhere was pleasant, warm, and fair. Our voices were carried away and forever stored within caverns of moonshade. Even the noise of our gait was taken and hidden..as though all the fields, the trees, the spirits of the valley, the dark firmament above, the rich earth below, were serving to draw away..anything that would distract us from us
Like a pleasant dream it seemed. And the moon was especially large and bright. "It will make a good harvest moon." The vast fields of hay to the east of us had a strange hue, an eerie silver yellow that wavered between light and dark as the spirits of the valley caused its swells to flow gently under a moonlit night. The gentle spirits stirred its surface, and in the midst of a brief stillness, we were also moved to abstain from motion. We paused quietly against a fence. "Look, out there! It's like a beautiful warm lake. Do you feel it? Want to wade in it with me?"
She smiled and put her arm through mine. Through the golden field we strolled listening to gentle whisperings of wind..curling, swirling, swaying. The moon was large and hung low in the darkness..a moody lamp imparting its glow upon the smooth silky features of her face. It entreats me to see as much by darkness as by light. In the darkness, I feel her eyes shine. And under the dark firmament above, I kissed the shadows upon her face. I felt her smile, her love, her warm embrace
Supined, hand'in'hand upon the long fine grass, we stared up at the sky. How so very nice it is now, to be with her. So possessed with ourselves, together, we feel a strange wondrous sensation. Something alien but beautiful. Something greater than ourselves, yet personal. Reclined, our bodies lifted slightly off the ground, and with feet in the sky and head held high, we let all the wonder of the universe in. And at that moment, together, we were at peace with all. How so very pleasant this was! Sweet, gentle quiet
We were all and everything, nowhere and everywhere..then suddenly, our star spell was broken! We sat up, and heard it again. Another shriek! Louder and closer, we heard it again and again, then silence
"It came from over there. There! See it! Over there!" The winds were steady, and in its current, a nighthawk, an owl had its wings spread'out far. It was hovering in one spot against the gentle flow of the wind when the dark mass suddenly dropped to Earth
"The hunter has found dinner for itself and perhaps for its family." In the midst of this gentle dream...death, tragedy for one, sustenance for another. "Why so much tragedy and death?" she said, "Laws of life, yet..but they still destroy dreams, cause them to burn like a falling star"
We stood and looked in the area where life and death had just been. There was nothing to say, certainly nothing up or down about it. I felt she was disquieted. Perhaps it reminded her how so very much everywhere so far, so close, was so constantly in the struggles of life and death. And we, also creatures of Earth, enjoying our pleasures and leisures. Yet, did not the owl remind us not to let our pleasures distract us too much from all? Even we, sovereign Lords of Earth, have but a tenuous hold here. She was very put off from all this, and fell into a deeper silence. Her within, me outside. When tragedy happens, I am drawn to look beyond. And no matter how much I try to see into, before, or after, only a grey shapeless fog appears before me, swirling into itself in eternity
And so, as always, it suddenly happens, from apparent nowhere out of the deep night, some of the living passes into the grey. Forever gone, the young or old, the rich or poor, the bold or meek..the weak or strong, more often leaving only a trace of themselves behind, they inevitably become lost in time. And I wonder...we, when our eyes forever close on Earth, do we divide into separate parts?..and at that moment, the infant part shines through newborn eyes, and the wise part waits for someone on the brink of inspiration, and in that moment, somewhere in the universe, shines through reborn eyes. Or does all of who we are, remain whole and continue somehow upon an ever expanding, ever changing evolution? If so, why then? is there not some great force beyond life that protects every dear will'to'live, every will'to'be. Is it a matter? of being a self'aware entity
I do not have an answer for this specifically, even though visceral instinct tells me there is some reality before and after that makes sense of apparent tragedy, and that I am innately compelled to own every experience, no matter what that experience is. I have a course though. There is obviously not a divine protectorate ever'poised to intervene every dark fate. Not only not poised, but life is actually equipped to readily take, without the slightest bit of compunction, other life for its own carnal needs
Indeed, by fortune or chance, by skill or instinct, by prayer to my supernatural benefactor..by atonement with all beyond, I may gain more time of life. I may be spared. It is not tragic to pass into the Beyond when one is in old age. That seems natural. It fits into the natural order of things. What may be seem tragic in early life may perhaps be a great adventure into the grand twilight, where even then, as always before, a bit of wisdom is gained with the release of spirit's holdfast on flesh and bone
And by old age, for any tempered by Life's pitch and throws, growing wiser, we are naturally, gradually prepared for what appears to be some inevitable grand transfiguration..or fixation. Living, loving, becoming more and more detached, like the severed umbilicus, we transform from fetus to newborn, and born a'new, reset upon some new journey strange to other life. For this end perhaps, all living effort is preparing. Tragedy is but a special view, through which we feel special at the cost of especial smallness. Is this the price?..the risk we are willing to take
As the living..are we so because we are resolved to pay in terms of tragedy, for one feeling or one genuine thought? Tragedy springs from two maelstrom egos each a'trying to make the other's spin, spin themselves. And if who we are, is this sucking maelstrom need, then the more we wish to be, the smaller we inevitably shall be, the more vulnerable we be, and greater the tragedy will be
And perhaps some life will become strong enough to protect innocence from its own blindness until old age, but even at the zenith of self'seeing power, will sensitivity to oversoul spirit be even more greater! How so much so near! is so completely unconcerned with the pursuits of happiness we hold dear
She suddenly turned..."I want to leave this place, I want to leave." I agreed..I did, too. I placed my hands on her waist and looked at the moon hanging high. How radiant and glowing it was. How brilliant its aura. And the spirits of the valley were moving again. Eerie silver'yellow'rd swells flowing deep. The evergreens, whispering. The brilliant harvest moon, flickering. Her hair aglow with essence of moon was aroused. I moved my hands up, over her silky skin, up over her soft nippled mounds. She was soft and warm. We embraced, and were gone
Cantos Five
Through countless eternities I have waited to hear your voice, its gentle cadence, its haunted wanting..its precocious refrain of desire and fire. I reach for you, my hand extended, warms in anticipation of you. My hand is strong and weathered wise, and for you it would hold something new, something blue, something borrowed from eternities of sorrow..something special for you so winter born, so darkly bound by your night
In the night, before our aestival dawn, the summer warm I offer you is the freedom you have next to me, where limpid skies touch the sea, where the spirits readily construct fantasy..these spirits are as free beside me. It is this I offer to warm your winter, for it's your song that I have for so long longed for. A great sea and a vast bluing sky is open for us. Would you join me? at its shore
Hand in hand, my love for you is full, and amid smooth windblown dunes, we recline to watch a full moon moored upon the sea. Upon earthen ground, me supine, the light of the stars enters my mind. I look over to you, and see in your moonlit gaze, the faraway distant roar of the shore
I catch the last rays of our bright day together, and lay it upon your form...its gentle radiance spreads warmly over us
And with the gentle fingers of the wind coursing through your hair, I give it voice, "My love for you is with me all the time. I want to give pleasure to all of you, I want you to feel me from within, within you"
My lips over yours search for your pleasure, my breath through them from my heart a'fire, a warm gentle wind to make rise, every valley of your dark mystery higher
You guide me to your thigh, and it warms to a willing giving hand. I kiss the tears from the wells of your eyes...your tears, drops of blood rushing through my heart. My love surges and swells..to venture deeply into your beauty, I am compelled
Charged full with moonglow turned deep red, my lips pass over the tips of your warm offered breasts. The touch of your sweet lips upon mine, your gentle hands upon me, magic wands arousing greater my passion deep, we become one with the rhythm of the tide
The center of your fire swells your lips. In them, I search and find you. Mine tracing the line of your neck raises up and breathes into your ear, "I love you deeply. What is swollen in my heart was created, borrowed, and stolen...my fire, the music of waves upon the shore, a captured moon tied to the sea...all for you, these simple gifts, with love from me"
The full strength of my passion glows in the light of your red moon. Your nipples, hard and wanting, my passion is supple..gentle for you..conforming, penetrating gently over and over, pleasure for pleasure..I feel the exquisite treasure of your dark consuming fire
Again, my lips relish your tender breasts. I search for your sweet lips with mine, and finding them..we are one. Divine congress, sweet union, your breath pants love into my ear, drowning the pounding thunder of surf upon the shore..suspended moments, each a luscious refrain, a taste of your spirit..this treasure I want to keep, until its light shines radiant from your eyes so deep
My passion deepens..your warm chant in my ear thickens..my lips lock with yours as we begin to ascend
With all the world silenced, a consuming flame making us one, mellows bright and warm. Us, arm and arm, we remain embraced, body one, holding tight to keep..for as long as it can be prolonged. That sweet sensation of passion's height echoes between us..a diminishing ember, but glowing, pulsing bright, warm inside each other, from the deep of your eyes, I see its radiant light
Gentle kisses upon your cheek and lips, us entwined and inclined to remain content as the drift wood beside us..in peace, worn smooth and graceful, years and years, a vast sea..its gentle stroking
The quiet lapping upon the shore returns. A fuller, higher moon is above us. Warm darkness surrounds us, for we have consumed the last rays of a beautiful day between us, consumed them as one within us
My lips brush over your rose flushed cheeks. Your lips are swollen and warm. I gaze momentarily into your dark eyes, content and full, its moonglow radiance enters me, your love divine I receive, to give back another time
Us, still entwined as one, "It is said that the sea is the beginning of all life on Earth. By it, now, in this empyrean realm, would you consider us here?..the beginning of our love's life on Earth"
You searched the stars, and with your special light found mine. You reached for my extended hand, and upon this gentle sand, given to us from many eternities of a life'giving sea, laying itself upon this consecrated shoal, we exchanged each other's light, each other's love, and found that only when two offerings of love are brought together, do they radiate and shine warm throughout
Our passions' union from passion's flame equally exchanged is the union between our separate hearts. Your warmth, your glow makes my soul newborn. My heart with yours...separate, and the same
Your gentle lips upon me gives me cause to receive your eyes as they open. From the poetry of your heart, your light is once again given. And with your light always given, I shall always be charged to return the same
Our love'making flame gentled, but it's only the ebb of an inevitable new tide with a new moon. My heart is opened and stayed from our first passion and union. Each day is a new sun. Its fire, your radiance and warmth I welcome and need as much as a tree of life needs and feeds, holding together Earth and Sun
Cantos Six
Under the cover of one dark night, she asked where the city lights limn its colors radiant and long. I knew, but it is only when the spirits from faraway places are quiet, because they are few, when the surface of this lake before us is still, like new..when all the colored lights under a deep umbro'd night are cast far over its surface
I feel your deep waters gathering the radiant colors shimmering gently upon the lake. Your eyes shine warm. I feel your warmth as mine searches for yours, as harbor lights in our still night air indelibly imprint upon your eyes so fair
I graze lightly against the soft contours of your spirit. A ray of red brightens and thickens over the black mirror of a still, still lake. The stars above brighten for an instant, then disappear. Your heart beat I hear, and I am drawn
Your lips part slightly, your warm spirit I feel. Your articulate hand unfastens, bearing me warm over your soft surface. My desire to please, my carnal higher..to feel you closer, the red fire, we recline to dine by all the colors of the harbor lights in our mind
Our warmth is steaming, our lips swelling, my spirit yearning, within your spirit I am dreaming. Upon your cheek, your neck..my hungry kiss. My hand cups your breast. My lips savor its exquisite nipple..its supple form you readily offer. My leg feels the sweet silk between yours. Desiring mine, I feel your wanton heat. My heart beat quickens to your fire. Higher and higher, harbor lights stretch farther and farther over the surface of a dark eternal mirror
Your hand glides over my back, searching over the sides of my legs, my desire rises even higher to the grace of your hand ensearching, needing, my love thickens to enter your darkness deep
The radiant lights now stretched over the lake flow steadily red into us. And the deep night around us makes soft and sweet all the colors of our fire
Your hand cradles my swollen need for you. You guide it to the heart of your desire. You place its tip lightly next to you. The nectar of your love spreads warmly over mine, and over all your pleasures there, I gently stroke the heart of your red desire. Over and over again my form gently conforms to yours. Your spirit grows warmer next to me. We melt, meld, uncontrolled, unseparated, you hold a part of me in your deep..sweet pleasure for us to hold and keep
Over and over, the sweet contours of your spirit, over your harbor'lit eyes, the delicate lines of your neck, I feel lightly, I hunger to feel your dark beauty. My lips seek your erected breasts. My lips sink deep into yours, my tongue tasting, savoring the sensation of you. You rise higher to meet me, deeper inside, closer, closest to your heart. To sustain you, the sweet pleasure, the stillness of our union I treasure
With our desire and fire at its peak, we relish deep sensations of each other, and each impending moment of pleasure's subtle sting, each aroused from a gentle movement, my heart opened meets yours. Each surge, higher and higher. Each sensation passing thickly through us, transforms into jewel for the heart we share. Each jewel sparkling..with the colors of harbor lights in our minds