Completing the Circle

Completing the Circle

We meet in a darkened bar room
Your eyes sparkle like rose quartz
In the flickering light of the gas lamp
I sit next to you
You pull the hem of your red dress up
Revealing your creamy muscular thighs
My eyes gaze across your body hungrily
You look at my male form outlined in tight jeans
A wash in shadows you are my dark siren
Ochre hair falling down across bird delicate shoulders
Sweet baby lips so full, red, and generous
Your full breasts strain against the fabric of your blouse

You are so like the statue of Aphrodite in the Metropolitan
With the gracious curve of hips, full soft face
The goddess comes down from heaven
Me a writer whose well has dried
Waiting to be filled by your sweet waters
You are my divine muse, perhaps an angel on a mission of mercy
My need for more than inspiration
Evident in my eyes drinking in your beauty
Your eyes pull toward me
So innocent and full of wonder
I see the mystery of the universe
Reflected in your rosy pools of light,
Your eyes bewitch me
As we exchange secret knowledge
Of our mutual desire

Words so unnecessary
As I stand erect over you
You reach out your soft hand
I grasp it securely
Leading you through the shadowy streets
I lead you on this journey to a private paradise
We ascend the stairs to heaven
Entering my lair, I close and lock the door behind us
My heart quivers with anticipation
Your illusion of leading the seduction evaporates
As I press your body against the wall
Pressing your legs apart
with a well-intentioned thrust of my thigh
Turning you, your hands raised palms submissively to the wall
I deftly grasp your dress zipper
 
tugging it down with deliberate force
Your dress is pulled down until falling in heap at your feet
I feel goosebumps erupt across your body
As my hands grasp your derriere
Tenderly eliciting sparks of pleasure with each stroke across cheeks
“Have you ever been spanked by someone other than your parent?”
I ask as your mouth falls open in shock
You turn to transform this moment into a kiss
But I hold your waist firm
My voice says, “Stay still.”
I am a stranger to you
Not knowing what is in store
Your body shakes
My hands gently unclasp your bra
Pulling it off your breasts freed
My fingers stroke each nipple with deep compassion
Your trembling ebbing
as the familiar heat erupts from my crotch
Releasing your quivering breasts
I tug your panties down, leaving your baby bottom bare
My hands fall across your cheeks
with stinging pleasure
Each swat filled with loving desire
Your bottom blushes like a rose
Warmth spreads from your hips under my hands
Each swat filled with kindness
Of wanting to bring you into a world
Where your childhood pain
Of endless punishing spankings
Is healed by my nurturing ministrations
Showing you the love possible
In this erotic ministering to your need
You moan louder with each of my stinging hand kisses
I feel your procreative juices stream down your inner thighs
Your proffer of derriere to meet my hand
Indicates that you are so alive
in a world so secure and filled with pleasure
Your breathing to the rhythm of my hands,
strumming your bottom
In this erotic ritual of your submission
To the power of my father figure love

Finally, the swats fade away
Replaced by my fingers gently penetrating
the sacred place between your thighs
Prying your petals apart and squeezing your bud
with delicate brush strokes of fingertips
The pattern of my fingers across your sex
leaves blazing paths of pleasure
Across your ripening petals and erect stamen
 
Me still fully clothed, your naked and vulnerable
The sound of me unzipping my jeans, my heart beating
Sweat dripping down my pectorals
as the rustle of my clothes falling off is deafening
My hands grasp your naked hips
and turn you like a potter turning clay on a wheel
You are the clay I mold into the shapes of my desire
You are the vessel who whispers fill me
Our naked bodies fall into one another
Mountains filling valleys
Molding into each other's curves
My burning skin is alive as you explore my vibrating body
I strum your body like a violin
I am the maestro eliciting heavenly symphonies of desire
From the taut instrument of your body

I lead you to the bed
Stretching your arms above my head
You see me fumbling in my book bag
Your illusion of my innocence is long gone
As you feel the cold metal rings of handcuffs on your wrists
And hear the clink as you are secured to bedposts
Blackness enfolds you as the blindfold
is lowered across the window of your eyes
I tickle you with a feather on your oh-so-sensitive folds
As you squirm with hunger
The feather is replaced by the wetness of my mouth
My lips enclosing your bud
In a warm prison of love
Your hips gyrating
to the rhythms of Jazz music flowing from my stereo
Until your thighs clench around my head
Your spasms of delight
Your bottom laying immersed in the pool of your womanly essence
I kiss you wetting your lips with the taste of your womanhood
You say, “Release me, I want to share with you the gift you bestowed on me.”
The rattle of your bonds being undone is the sound of liberty
My hands grasp your hips
You part yourself in an offering to my deity
The circle nearing completion