The Inner Woman's Cry

[ NOTE: This is a long poem but worth reading this true story ]  
 
M loved her husband faithfully,  
best friend, companion, security.  
Much tender sex and intimacy,  
tried hard to meet his manly needs.  
 
Never refused any advance,  
always welcome, his loving hands.  
But something missing from their bed,  
the wild-self, for years unsaid.  
 
Much effort and infatuation,  
don't spark her loins' moist vibration.  
Whether their love was fast or slow,  
woman's juices don't seem to flow.  
 
'Though she wanted it with him,  
her erotic zeal stayed locked within.  
No matter how M wished or tried,   
Eros refused to take her side.   
 
Believing that this was her norm,   
resigned himself to coitus lukewarm.  
[And sought fulfilment with another,  
but thats a story elsewhere covered.]  
'Til revealed, the secret kernel,  
M's blocked desire is not eternal.  
 
Felt it before, but only once,   
the worrying truth he now confronts.  
"Why not share your wild affection?  
Reserved for 'him', despite rejection?"  
 
"It isn't him, it's instinctive,  
my womanhood elusive."  
Her wildfire buried so long,   
she'd hoped for joy without its song.  
 
But now must heed the woman's cry,  
so part of her does not die.  
With husband's leave, sought out tantra,  
through a Master, she found her mantra.  
 
Through Taoist massage sexual healing,  
and something more, other feelings.  
Shared passions opened up her heart,   
but guarded the Master, with his art.  
 
Taking distance from their connection,  
he pushed away, a rough rejection.  
Oh how M longed to have again,  
the energy she felt with him.  
 
Refound passion, slipping away,  
husband encouraged: "seize the day".  
Incited her to see the One,   
so she could again feel that hum.  
 
Thus with coaxing, M did return,   
there to exact that which she yearns.  
To feel again the electric crackle,  
deep within her sacred chapel.  
 
With trepidation, knocked on door,  
There they stood, both unsure.  
But strong connections can't be denied,  
they spun and fell, side-by-side.  
 
All hesitancy thrown to the wind,  
monogamy's rules they did rescind.  
Red-lines and masks cast away,  
prepared the way for historic day.  
 
Suppressed desires he awoke,  
her tide of passion he invoked.  
No longer dormant, She could take,  
the repressed erotic, satiate.  
 
Sexual energy through the skin,  
him to her and M to him.  
Her heart prepared love's shot-hole,  
for explosion of sexual souls.  
 
Ignite the spark M thought long dead,  
what She wants could now be said.  
"I want to feel you deep inside",  
now She's in charge of M's desire.  
 
His maleness with wetness glowed,   
her female juices dripped and flowed.  
Guided the stiffness to impale,  
his manhood pierced the holy grail.  
 
Tantric love thus consummated,  
electric passion circulated.  
Through her core it came up from him,   
then flowed back down and out again.  
 
Rode the wave like Cupid's horse,   
long and strong, their intercourse.  
M's femme sauvage thus unleashed,  
A girl's war cry for the lover's feast.  
 
Their mating rhythm came naturally,   
no need to think, a rhapsody.  
Her body knew just what to do,   
on erotic energy they both drew.  
 
In his tantric workspace temple,  
then the hallway, helter-skelter.  
In lust she cried "I want your all,  
take me to your private hall".  
 
In the lotus at full bloom,  
carried her to his bedroom.  
There continued erotic union,  
a Shakti Shiva sexual communion.  
 
The tantric coupling in yab-yum,  
connected stillness, they felt as one.  
For long hours explored the bliss,  
through him re-found buried goddess.  
 
Swept away by Oshun flood tide,  
M's Yin and Yang reunified.  
Freed, renewed, Eros ascendant,  
time stood still, a transcendence.  
 
Through la petite mort, at last "alive",  
on waves of joy, ecstasy revived.  
On Ero's wings, they rose and soared,  
vibrant and free, woman reborn.