A Fluttering of Wings- Part I

She seemed restless Their gilded cage of love That she had begged him To imprison her in With the bars of his passion Seemed to be confining now She never said anything But he knew… She felt different to his touch He saw those wistful glances Past the bars to the outside And his heart bled So he unlocked the door But left it shut Watching if the latch Would show tell-tale signs If the door would give away Any secret whisper Of an attempt to escape His love Days passed and there Was no sign No whisper And yet… At nights Long after he pretended That their love making Had satisfied his hunger He lay there quietly Still hungry For all that she was not giving him Her soul He heard her sighs of discontent Long after he thought sleep had claimed her And in the dark of that night He prayed for strength To carry it through Every night For next few days He left the door just a little more open Than it was before Wondering…. If she would notice If she would break free He was risking his life He knew it… But he would not keep her Against her will He was not that kind of man And she would not ask to leave She was not that kind of woman On the third night He saw her eyes fix On the half open door A curious mix of wonder And perplexity Played on her face He quickly turned away Bur he felt the question Lingering in the air The sheer longing in her eyes Burning in his mind That night She was on fire Her love a blaze of passion She responded to his every touch Electrified Energized Feeding off his desires Giving Asking Pleading Screaming Satiating him Beyond imagination She pleased him In every way he had ever Imagined Had desired And it was all he could do To wait until He knew she was ready To reach that place Where intensity rules And everything else Is subjugated They were now fused together No beginning and no end As wave after wave of Of pulsating ecstasy Engulfed them He slept then Satisfied Content His premonitions buried In the world of dreams Until a stray ray of light Fell across his face And he opened his eyes To find himself…. Alone Alone She had flown And left a single feather To remind him Of her angelic form Continuation in Part II