PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

She is my cyber-sanctuary, doyenne

   to the millennium, on-line provost,

     uncensored helmswoman through corners

   of carnality that are yet unseen, my ambitious web

    page under construction, and open computer

    window to a domain we call - world…

my snapshot of romantic intimacy, shiny

pewter picture frame, inspirational modern art,

halcyon mind, boundless accord, and

creative director of nude, wing spread moaning

 that breeds unrestrained erections -

 shaped into cherished benchmarks

of X-rated tenderness…

my incense holder, celebration

of gourmet spices, silk sachet

containing memories of rolling papers,

Oregon hemp, and ritual maps drawn by pagan

dancers that follow paths of sacred smoke,

to mend wounds of those who cannot escape

their own sequestered reality…

my burning lavender candles, lit

copper lantern, luminous moonbeams, resplendent

sunshine, and sweeping star-crossed visions

of an Aquarian soul’s inner strength, ethereal

 courage, expanding universal imagination,

crusade for humanitarian peace,

and celestial divinity…

my super sweet ambrosial, Godiva

truffles, delicious, healthy, epicurean cuisine,

cultivator of her own juicy Pomegranate, fuzzy Kiwi,

Mango and other tropical fruits. My fancy to experience

her garden of Eden, seaweed platters, vaginal

picnics and nectar of a thousand

seedless fetishes… 

my green tea of longevity, inner Chi,

sanctified mantra, holy prayer beads, treasured

charm bracelet, Goddess pendant, turtledove

fragrance, emanation perfume, aromatic oils,

unwinding Zen meditation, soft inward

healing of alpha dreams, and

naked massage…

my wind chimes, acoustic

guitar, Steinway piano, Celtic harps,

orchestrated rhythmic sounds of migrating

Humpback whales, palpitating rain drops, Tibetan

bells, Shamanic chants, balanced tides, ocean

waves, light touch of Reiki, and coursing

tepid water flowing over Jade…

my rest, calm, creativity, cognitive

armistice, serene, pacified beat of a tiny

infant heart – thumping in the chest of a content

breast fed baby; sprouting desert flower in bloom

relishing radiance in a refreshing, cool oasis, eradicator

of all secular toxins, spiritual healer, and white witch

that guards the blessed womb of life…

my Kava, holistic prescription,

lucid discernment of everything essential,

keeper of confectionary passions, sexual

burning in the velvet eve of twilight, search

 finished for a true friend, delicate lady,

mentor, teacher, coach, and

devoted paramour…

my three dimensional guide

into the immodest assertiveness of feminine

sexuality, lascivious chaperon who flirts with wisdom

from the Karma Sutra, true apparition of Aphrodite

and Lolita; unimaginable, partnered orgasms

where thoughts of her - precede every

 solitary masturbation…

my journal of fulfilled life, cherub pleasures,

potential anguish, suffering, loneliness;

keeper of bonfires that blaze ecstasy, joy

cantering courier to physical riches, chance

 liberation through the gates of Nirvana,

and forerunner of Satan’s message

 of condemnation when angry…

my poetry in motion, all that soothes,

forgives, restores, and slaughters ideals

if you infuriate her malevolent side; still she is

blissful spooning, snuggles leading to a goodnight

sleep, horrible if she vacates your dreams, single

scribe who records every achievement,

and mirrors a recap of all that fails…

my intuitive wisdom novelist, one

who organizes existence like a laudable

environmental rejuvenation of Feng Shui, slippery

lip balm, smooth caresses, warm, pristine

tranquility, penis pumped arousal,

and the embrace squeezing your genitals

into squirting its shepherd's milk…

my inspiration for tomorrow, sensitive

impulses that compel you to feel, allow cosmic flight

through garnished heavens, a flattering nuptial

companion who forgives with kindness, grants wishes

with a touch, comforts like magic, and

enchants like a fairy by giving you

a single kiss.