We Fucked

We didn’t make love

We fucked

I know what you’re thinking

“It’s uncivilized.”

Hell yes it was!

It was dirty

Raunchy

We burned down the walls

Bulldozed the boundaries

We fucked

It was savage

Beastly

We didn’t make sensual purrs and gurrs

She growled like a wild animal

Foaming teeth sunk in

I howled ferociously

Sharp nails piercing skin

Not soft and passionate scratches

Deep bloodied trenches

We fucked

No fear

No thinking

No permission request

She took what she wanted

Me

Insatiable sucking

Vigorous thrusting

It was raw

Smutty

We fucked

Led by Love

Love of Phileo

Fell to the lust of Eros

Agape did end

Unhinge

She unhinges me.

She removes the doors of the guarded passage to my heart.

She battles the ogres and monsters that creep in my shadows.

She is my Theseus.

She protects me,

Shelters me,

Defends me.

I trust her

But when I trust her she creeps

Into the labyrinth of my vestibular

She sets me sailing on a sea of vertigo.

In my blood stream she leaves traces of deliriant.

I am plagued with symptoms.

Dizziness.

Hallucinations.

Insanity.

I should be violently ill,

Vomiting,

Spinning out of control,

Then she sustains me.

She offers a dose of her ecstasy that works my body like a sedative.

She tranquilizes me with the dart of her passion.

She is my worst toxin.

She is my cure-all.

She can poison me to the brink of deaths darkness

Then resurrect me to the brightest light of vitality.

I am unhinged.

Knocked off-balance.

Never knowing light from dark.

Pythia

My Pythia,

You have stollen me from my normal waking consciousness.

What is this strange and magnificent place?

Today I saw you.

As the cool breeze waved through your hair,

Tangling it’s fingers upon the back of your neck and across your throat,

The marble of exquisite colors painted upon your flesh by the lips and tongue of the sun

As if it has made love to you one thousand times.

Your eyes.

How they speak to me with words of another language that only my heart can translate.

Your fire.

Oh your fire!

Derived from both passion and temperature that heats my cold body and soul.

How your way with me is like none other before you.

You captivate me with your charms.

I have squeezed the dagger.

Slid my palm across it’s sharp blade.

Bled into the challis of your religious cult.

What will you do with this blood?

I fear not your answer as I have never been more sure of anything than this:

I will never write regret on the pages of our libretto.

My Oracle.

My Oracle of Delphi.

Stay with me in this alternative universe you have created for us.

Take all that I give you in this trance of vulnerability and lust.

Love me.

With your hair,

Your eyes,

Your skin,

Your charms,

And my flesh and blood are yours.

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A Witchy Little Haiku

Lonely little witch.

Soul longing for bravery.

A spell sets them free.

My Heart

You are the alchemist of my heart

The elixir of living passion pumping through my veins

You leave specks of magic, mythology and music in my brains

The earth, water, air and fire illuminating my existence

Freckles

Your freckles

Spilled like rain drops

Down your shoulders

Across your cheeks

Just as my kisses

Trace through curve and crevasse

Flow like water

Lips

So smooth her skin

Rich like molasses

Refined sweeter than sugarcane

Lips

Soft

Swollen

Golden lips

They have enslaved me with tenderness and taste of honey

I could fade into an eternity making love to these lips alone

Breasts of perfection

Moist skin and stiff nipples

Biting

Tasting

Sucking so hard she cries out in pain

Between her legs I found a home

She is made up of all my taste buds crave

Sweet

Savory

Salty

Her labia in my mouth is a bite of fresh fruit

My tongue on her clit is utter indulgence

Inside her walls I could stay tangled in ecstasy forever

With the power of Rati she ravages my body in positions sacred to the Gods

With her sword of sensuality she slits me open vigorously filling me with arousal

With overflowing pleasure I belong to her

Mind

Body

Soul

I am hers

She is mine

For my Cynder

I had a dream that we rested side by side as eggs laid at the bottom of a milkweed pod.

Our souls lived within the yolk that nourished us until one day we gnawed open our eggs and crawled out simultaneously as two hairy little caterpillars.

We shared our scrumptions pod as our first meal and we set out on a voracious herbivorous feeding frenzy.

We pillaged farms and ravaged crops.

We were the outlaw duo of the order lepidoptera.

Thelma and Louise.

Bonnie and Clyde.

Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.

They say the brain of a caterpillar is the size of a pins tip yet our brilliance shamed our entire species.

They feared us through their blinders.

I said, “Cynder, Look at me.  Fuck them.”

Together we are magnificent.

We see one another.

We are infinite as we soldier on into the unknown, knowing damn well that God has a place for us in this spectacular plan.