Storm Clouds Merging

Storm Clouds Merging          
                                                                                                        
Lying by your side      
Sultry summer breeze blows ripples in your skirt      
Flower petals strewn around us      
In a carpet of colors, orange, purple, crimson      
The garden alive with splashes of sunlit green      
Gazing into your eyes      
An ocean of sadness spreads out before me      
Dark shadings of love shadowed by numbing coolness      
Seeing your uncertainty as you fall back      
Your hands clenched at your sides      
As I reach to hug you      
The fear of a touch      
Written in your furtive downward glance      
Leaves rustling in the wind      
Your dark feathery hair blown about      
Cascading down your shoulders in waves of silky gossamer      
The hunger in your eyes      
Radiates like magnified sun rays      
Piercing my heart with delicious searing      
Leaving me full of pulsing desire      
As your hesitant fingers brush my face      
Moments pass like a trickling brook      
Drops of time flowing by in stream of bliss      
The sun of your face shining like a thousand stars      
     
As I tenderly open the petals of your mind      
With soft spoken words of love      
But your penitent heart burns for my hand      
In an act of submission beyond autumn leaves      
When fall colors paint your hillside      
Reaching into the depths of your wounded heart      
Hidden deep beneath layers of guilt      
My lap is the altar with you my offering      
As I blush you into the sacrilege      
Of harmony found through rosy globes      
That obey my art through whimpers      
Elicited like a corporeal strawberry      
You ripple under my tides      
As my crash into your silken skin      
Deepens on a moonlit passion      
Whose tide rolls you into an effervescent sting      
Opening your pores to my masculinity      
To be pillaged like a spoil of war      
Kept in a gated city of love      
When freedom gives way to lust      
That is your true emancipation      
Under my protection from the plunder of warriors      
In my custody, you will know the derriere penance      
Of a thousand stars planted in your skin      
Feeling the shame flow out      
In a deep river of tears      
The blood burning in your arteries      
With the fire of your nameless pain      
Reaching out across the wasteland of sorrow      
“Please my buttocks are splitting.
I store my pain there.”
“Emotional gymnastics
is an art that requires patience.
Let’s call it a day.”
“The day has just begun.
Your hand is so much kinder    
than the strap was at school.    
God have mercy on me    
I am quaking with ecstasy.    
Such venal pleasure.  
My voice is cracking like a choir boy!”    
I smack your heaving posterior      
Feeling your fires of Eden burn with furious rage      
Your throbbing essence cries out to me      
Like a chorus of angels      
     
The lilting passion in your humming body      
Echoes across the chambers of my soul      
Reverberating in endless palpitations of ecstasy      
Your gown falls in a heap around your body      
The warmth on my chest      
Your breasts blushing in the golden sun      
Orchid a blossom warmed by the sun      
Of my corporeal absolution      
Stamen surging with pleasure      
Dewy petals dilating in sunset pink hues      
Eyes turning misty      
Trembling body resonating to the rhythm of yearning      
Pearls of dew forming across the softness of your thigh      
Your pain throbbing with each shudder of cresting waves      
Terror of losing self      
Glittering in your obsidian eyes      
Veil of secrecy lifted      
Your intimate recesses exposed, vulnerable      
Our souls fused together      
Like dark clouds merging      
Lightening flashing between us      
My Rolfs rough on your seat      
You breathe briskly        
Held sway by my masculine authority