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Alter of Love
There are no rules for our twilight passions,
no place I cannot dare to touch, not one single
desire, craving, thirst or appetite left unsatisfied
because she trusts me as I reach in - to thrust
and probe … this mysterious, sovereign princess
offering her spreading wings of silky nakedness
to nothing less than a covetous, carnal beast.
In the bedstead with Golden Fleece, teeming
full chalice worshiped like the taste of Chambord,
sweet, intoxicating ambrosia, high on nectar
revered like strings of pink pearls in a poor man’s
safe; sitting as I do surrounded by a shaggy mound
of riches between the emancipating alter of her
supple thighs; drunk in awe, by just one woman.
She takes me down into primal caverns, secret
passages of her temperament that compress like
flower gardens blooming in the sunlight. Suddenly
arcs me back up like a convex rainbow, wows
of an erotic arch, flares of tropical lightning,
reverberating thunder, cum moans and whispers,
bolting lava - melting up, down and in-between.
A banquet of sensual imagery
A banquet of sensual imagery that not only lifts the act of love to its rightful place among the sacred, but blesses it with an artistry of language that sizzles and dazzles throughout. Your symbolism is striking and provocative while the movement suggests the pulsing buildup of aching passion that culminates in ecstasy "melting up, down and in-between".
An eruption of beautiful wordplay.