Apotheosis of a Lover -Erotica

It is the scent of you, that breathes in me. It is the music when you laugh that chants across the apse between our heartwalls, signaling desire, tossing off forever thoughts of penitence and shame. It is the holiday of you that sings in me. My eyes need not fulfill the longing in me; memory alone creates the picture of black hair in counterpoint to your brown visage, showing love that mystics know, and glowing with an eastern light from eyes that tell instead of see and still withhold the quintessential mystery of you. So it is that with a rapture I may part your thighs. and dream inside a newer form of dreaming; you present me with a prototype of lust to celebrate divine intent. I may harden, knowing that the juncture of your power to seek the world becomes my universe at home--my refuge in a cannonade of fury at relentless flesh turned back. Yet not forever will it yield, for in its place your own sweet cavern makes surrender, victory" my pounding, cadence to the song of sacred violence that ages beg. The voiceless thunder of our kiss is just an echo to our cries of welcome to the second death to rival paradise. Inside your body I release the restless children of my love, bursting into you to claim a prize they cannot understand, their dying glorious in fulfillment. Ride with me, my love, inside the chariot of sweetness; madness is our quest above the fiery wheels-- the moment of the flood our own eternity! ~