Surrender Part II

Surrender Part II
                                                                                                      
We are woman and man in holy communion
With the yin and yang
We sit quietly on the couch
My legs splayed across your lap
Your demure eyes reflect the firelight
In sparkles of green luster
Raven hair falling like ocean waves
Your dimpled face, so like a school girl
The fresh smell of freesia wafting from your skin
Mixed with a muskier scent
 
I sit up wrapping my arms around your shoulders
You laugh, in your charming way
My hand runs carelessly through your locks
Your uncertain gaze reflects the strangeness you feel
My lips part, encouraging you
Your body arcs smoothly around
Your long firm legs wrap around my waist
Holding me in feminine bondage
I tenderly massage your aching shoulders
My hands brush against your breasts like tender green leaves
The fire behind us blazes steadily
 
I look into your jade green eyes
I gaze past the windows of your soul
Into a realm of light and mystery
Seeing eternity reflected in the pool of green
The crystalline jewels seem so beautiful
Yet so full of hurt and pain
I want to wipe clean the mirror of your mind
Return you to the translucent purity you once had
Lost to the ravages of time and hurt
 
I feel your body quivering
Like a wild doe in the presence of humans
Wanting so badly to ease you into a calm
To feel your body relax into my embrace
See  bliss reflected like a million stars in your eyes
I feel like a mime in slow motion
The movements flow gracefully, naturally
Only the silence between us now
I utter the sacred words
“I love you”
 
Tears form in your eyes
Little pearls of your life water welling from your jewels
Unabashedly  I kiss them
Tasting the salty residue of your pain
Your face slides down precipitously
Your lips meeting mine
The sacrament of our love realized
In blessed conjunction of bodies
My tongue plunges into your warm mouth
Our two tongues swirling and dancing
 
My hands hesitantly cup your breasts
Your nipples thickening in my fingertips
Your gossamer blouse parting as I pluck each button
One by one revealing your creamy braless peaks
At the apex your blood-red cherries
Grasping my hair with a force that astonishes me
You press my face against your tender mounds
My lips reflexively respond
tugging gently on your crimson spurs
 
Slipping down to your knees
I kneel in worshipful awe between your spread legs
Your jeans cling to your body
Revealing the majesty of your curves
Knowing that you are mine tonight
That no other man will sully our sacred ritual
The convergence of lad and lass
Our conjugal oneness
Un-disturbed and pure,
As the purist lily
In this the nuptial hour of our yin and yang
 
I gingerly place my hand upon your sex
Lifting the flap of your zipper,
I tug, revealing your black lace
The smirk on your face
Gives me your consent
Your hips levitate off the couch
I sweep your jeans and panties down and off
Your eyes beg for more
Your legs lifting and parting
In a welcoming pose of submission
Your sex laid bare
My fingers separate the petals
First the outer and then the inner
Tongue dances across the bud like a calligraphers pen
Creating sensuous patterns of pleasure
Throughout your red rose
Evidenced by feeling your flower swell  
with sap against my mouth
I nip like a kitten at the stamen
You grasp my hair savagely
The ferocity of your passion
Echoed by the frenzy of my tongue
Thighs clasping my head
Muscles tightening
Your body shudders
In violent spasms of pleasure
Guttural moan emanating from deep in your chest
 
Your gentle sobbing marks the culmination
Our exhausted bodies resting
My head laying against the dark forest of your sex
Your hands caressing my scalp
The words melodiously tumbling from your lips
“I love you too.”