Cradled

Suspended in a trance
Wading lazily through
Inky depths of desires
Hidden in the heat of
Patience and trust
My courage won
Through trial after test
Rewarded at last
In your arms
Cradled but never caged
Propelled but never pressured
All is new and nobly
Offered as a choice
Rather than proscribed
As an unequivocal doctrine
We unravel one another
Blooming wondrously
Basking in felicitous atonement

Narcissist

When will you be sated?
You take and hurt and manipulate
Yet it never seems enough
To satisfy your blood lust
To feed your hunger for power
What will it take to make you stop?
You stomp on hopeful hearts
And trample on trust
Leaving broken souls in your wake
Oblivious to the pain you cause
Once I looked up to you
Now I can't even face you
You disgust me
And you have awoken
My sleeping valkyrie
Tread carefully now
I have ears everywhere
And a fearsome arsenal
At my disposal
Ready to avenge my comrades

Spoken For

Flesh against flesh
In this moment
All is glorious
Sustained sensuality
Your hands
Upon my wrists
Your teeth
Upon my lips
No words left
Only desperate sighs
A duet drowning
In duende
Passion prevails
I am seduced
Gratefully
And happily enchanted
Your touch lingers
And has tattooed me

The Messenger

Cloaked in furs and leathers against the bitter cold, the empress ascended the stone staircase, ready to commune with the gods upon the dias. From here she could see beyond the fir forest of her queendom to the horizon, eerily lit by the first hints of dawn.
Reaching her destination, she disrobed, and her nipples contracted in protest. She knelt upon the frigid floor, readying her voice to intone hymns to the harvest gods; to pray for a fruitful spring and a reprieve from the harsh winter. She had scarcely drawn breath before she realised she was not alone. She spied a hand, bound in a green glove, on the periphery of her vision, and heard a soft murmur which sent a warm glow dancing through her pelvis.
She smiled, humbled by the visitor's presence; for here was the messenger of the harvest gods, come to bless her land with their gifts. It was her first audience with the messenger since the beginning of her reign; she was newly crowned, and innocent. She prayed for guidance and kept her gaze lowered as the green-gloved hand grasped her neck.
The heat flooded her body as suddenly as the cold had done, and she yielded, as the strong hand pushed her head to the floor, forcing her to raise her buttocks and present her virgin sex to the dawn's new light. Her inky hair fell in waves around her face, blinding her as the messenger commanded her to sing.
They fell into harmony, praising the harvest gods with their earnest song, as the messenger penetrated the empress. Each thrust sent a cacophony of pleasures coursing through her being, and the honey flowed from her until she could fully embrace the messenger's instrument. He held her by the hips now, and as their musical plea reached its climax, so did he, in a fury of roaring triumph.
The empress was overwhelmed by her first sweet crisis; such violent joy as she had never known felled her, and she collapsed into the messenger's embrace, weeping. She could feel his seed, taking root within her, and filling a void she had previously been oblivious to. As her breathing steadied, the messenger enveloped her once again in her cloaks, and faded from the room, like smoke.

Time

Turning tremulously
Time is an illusion
As you tempt me
With tastes exotic
And expansive
Muted miracles
Of melody and
Rhythm resounding
Polyphonic passions
Emerge enchanted
By your obtuse timbre
Poison obliterated
By your singular
Elixir elicits
Pure peace

Dazzled

Thrown into stark relief
I am dazzled by daring
Feats and fates alike
What's to become of me?
I am the deliverer
Of dawn's melodious
Machinations
Yet I shall falter
Fettered and fuzzy
Under a fingernail
Moon I am fortunate
To be resurrected
Rampant and riddled
Enraptured by
Startling possibilities

Gypsy

Her feet
Bare
Highly arched
Restless
Press purposefully
Upon the red dirt
Carrying her
Ever onward
In search of
Songs half remembered
She is vivid
Untameable
A totem of a species
Savage and splintered
Compelled
To chronicle curiosities