The Breaking of Lolita
...you are the essence of my "Lolita dreams"
nine spaces in time
all but a number
akin to a tale of two great cities.......
…....leaving her mind to ponder
her lover's wonder
in this season of her existence
Pieces of a longing dream that
fate dare not allow,
yet she finds his essence, her desire
here and now
…....a beautiful tabu breaking her youthful will in the eve of her spring
“.....his strong hands tearing away the dress
tearing away the gentle fabric
of her cotton, white panties
carrying her away naked
to a small solitary bed
dissimilar souls juxtaposed against a moment
the eve of her spring
the afternoon of his fall
the beating of hearts
a scene played over and over in their minds”
…..they know not of this blooming desire
looking at her body with a hunger
as dusty slits of light pour through
distressed and battered blinds, suspended in time
will his fears overcome the splendor of his dream?
Shall his heart betray his wisdom?
How could he ever do such a thing?
but the clarity of her crystal brown eyes
light up the skies ...
...the beauty of her virgin breaking not to be denied
her lithe, youthful frame
breathless, her tender voice calls to him
she closes her eyes and undresses him with her hands
button by button,
sleeve by sleeve
She grants her lover's sobering release
Skin against skin
she quenches his shyness
swept up in the kindness
of his gentility........
…....her hands touch the tenderness of his sex
careful not to look into his dark eyes
the golden hue of his hardening male flesh
growing inside the grips of her tiny hands
the sound of his voice in breathy, low tones
as she moves him inside the grandeur of sensual newness
…never before touched yet she knows the way
he breaks her seal
slowly but steadily
the wincing of delicious pain
before overwhelming pleasure
…..as the seasons change
he breaks her body
over and over
again and again
white linen canvas
elicits a deep scarlet stain.....in a moment so breathtakingly divine
…giving himself cause to ponder
a meeting of his young lover, in the fall of his familiar
pieces of a longing dream that
fate dare not allow
yet he finds her tenderness,
here and now......
…breaking her will
or is it she
that hath broken me...?
...inspired by my one and only love, and the movie "The Lover" by Claude Berri and Jean Jacques-Arnard