Drifting farther from the shore
lulled by the gentle rippling
I let it carry me away.
Hypnotized by the rise and fall of the waves;
they disappear, (where do they go?)
then crest once more,
this time spewing foam as they start their graceful bow.
A fragile state
A false peace
And then there are the moments
when I think I’ll die from wanting you.
Much more than physical craving
I am blindsided.
Overtaken by this powerful storm
that smashes carefully constructed defenses,
set in place to ward off
inevitably disappointing outcomes.
Does this become at best an exercise
To stretch my imagination?
Conjuring up wordforms
that express my love and desire of you ?
Even that marks certain failure
For as deft as my pen may be
As varied as the words
There are none existing adequate for my purpose.
A thousand times or more I have closed my eyes
and felt your lips on mine
softly brushing, parting, tasting
probing, merging.
A thousand times or more I have lifted my arms
to encircle and embrace your welcoming body
and thrilled to your gentle caresses
stroking, kneading, exploring, finding.
A thousand times or more I have taken you into my mouth
and made exquisite love to you
with lips and tongue –
sucking, tasting, savoring.
A thousand times or more I have opened to your
hard and forceful thrust
bordering on ecstasy with each movement
striving, surrendering, flying.
Wanting every inch of you
Dying to ride you into oblivion
to feel you fill me completely
while we soar to heights unimagined.
(c) 2014 The Spirit of the Goddess
The battlefield exists in my head.
The combatants are regrouping,
re-arming for their next attack.
The home team takes comfort in what they can see;
the logical progression of familiar scenes
narrated in crisp tones with familiar dialogue
while the visitors nod with knowing smirks
And behind the scenes a chorus of naiads
suggest other worlds in their songs
If you choose to listen to this seductive siren
Be prepared for swift ascent to a world of ephemeral ecstasy
and a precipitous plunge to despair,
so my Head coach cautions.
The sirens sing not only for you
They sing for whoever is fool enough to listen to their melodies
And often their sweet harmony will take you down unintended paths
Betraying your trust for their own gratification.
The battlefield languishes
The combatants bide their time
When hope is at its highest,
when I start to utter victorious words,
they will once again take their places
brandish their cruel weapons
camouflaged in beguiling images
destroying certainty, confounding rational thought.
You are gone
I search
even knowing the outcome
you aren’t there.
The pain engulfs me –
ever sharper
So why do I search?
I can hardly string words together
A disoriented soul
spawns a disorganized mind
Disbelieving
Unaccepting
Pleading to whatever god will listen.
You are still so much to me
more than the sum of your numerous alluring traits.
Always seductive, thought-provoking, stimulating.
and drawing out an other self
not known before
unable to be fully realized.
I was never more invincible
Than after contact with you – no matter how brief
Flirtatious, teasing, taunting
Tempting…. tormenting
You sent me into the clouds where
I lingered, floated and dreamed.
but you are gone…
The Spirit of the Goddess 