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Midnight Priestess - A Dream
Midnight Priestess - A Dream
After our swim in the lake, I follow in her wake back to dry land and to her suburban home. She disrobes and hangs her clothes out to dry in the backyard like a housewife from years gone by. We sit together in her living room in the embrace of darkness thick enough for a butter knife. She dons her apron and moons me with her pertness.Her wild-haired smile is the opiate of my night. I drink in her grin like Eucharistic wine from her burgundy stained lips. Life is born in the smile of her eyes where stardust sparkles in the river of moonlight which washes her face in harvest wonder. My heart beats to her lilt as words bounce from her glossy lips to stir my eardrums with magical vibrations and incantations. Like millions of stars tickling my heart her sound waves turn into love particles which penetrate my caverns like mantras deepening into me and singing me into bliss. My intellect is eclipsed by her pure emotions untainted by reason or logic. Her spell rolls into me as though she were penetrating me as a man does a woman. Her tongue teases me with a ballet of licorice sign language. Her candy lashes the midnight until in the darkness I feel the whip of her lick.
After our swim in the lake, I follow in her wake back to dry land and to her suburban home. She disrobes and hangs her clothes out to dry in the backyard like a housewife from years gone by. We sit together in her living room in the embrace of darkness thick enough for a butter knife. She dons her apron and moons me with her pertness.Her wild-haired smile is the opiate of my night. I drink in her grin like Eucharistic wine from her burgundy stained lips. Life is born in the smile of her eyes where stardust sparkles in the river of moonlight which washes her face in harvest wonder. My heart beats to her lilt as words bounce from her glossy lips to stir my eardrums with magical vibrations and incantations. Like millions of stars tickling my heart her sound waves turn into love particles which penetrate my caverns like mantras deepening into me and singing me into bliss. My intellect is eclipsed by her pure emotions untainted by reason or logic. Her spell rolls into me as though she were penetrating me as a man does a woman. Her tongue teases me with a ballet of licorice sign language. Her candy lashes the midnight until in the darkness I feel the whip of her lick.
Published 26th Sep 2018
| Edited 7th Oct 2018
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26th Sep 2018 11:58am
Oh John ... this one of your best ... love love love it ... again I can picture the scene ... it fully seduces me ...
Merci beaucoup mon amour. This came from a dream about a woman I know. The dream was incredibly lucid. You warm my heart dear girl of mine with your loving words. I thank thee most heartily and dearly. ;-)
XOXOXOXO
John
XOXOXOXO
John
Knowing that my vision of womanly paradise seduced you enchants my masculinity my darling. You and I share a love of women and the mystique of femininity. ;-)
XOXOXOXO
John
XOXOXOXO
John
11th Oct 2018 7:38pm
1. She disrobes and hangs her clothes out to dry in the backyard like a housewife from years gone by....I had to sit and think on that.
2. Her spell rolls into me as though she were penetrating me as a man does a woman...loved the power play in reverse.
3. I feel the whip of her lick is one heck of an analogy.
Incredible piece.
2. Her spell rolls into me as though she were penetrating me as a man does a woman...loved the power play in reverse.
3. I feel the whip of her lick is one heck of an analogy.
Incredible piece.
11th Oct 2018 10:28pm
Nari, I thank thee heartily. This piece was based on a dream I had several weeks ago. Your readership means so much to me. You give my writing deep thought and show me things about it I never would have realized. That takes real talent and understanding of poetry. I applaud you.
John
John
