The Midnight Visitor

The Midnight Visitor. (A lone voice whispers) I stood over her luscious form Bathed by the cool glare of the Crying moon as The Ancient Mother pretended to sleep but watched as she slept Listened to her slow breathing and Watched her twin mountains Rise and fall underneath her white silken sheets I knew She did not know that I was there For She slept so innocently and soundly That mysterious lover of mine With the long crow black hair Slowly I eased back the silken modesty protector Gorged my hungry eyes on her sensual body And witnessed once more How She was so beautiful under Mother Moon The Ancient One As she laid bathed in the pastel moonlight Naked as the day she was born And stepped into the light I knew why I waited so long To touch her Fear she’d run But courage was with me that night Tentatively I leaned over her majestic mountain peaks And ran my soft tongue across her luscious lips For a sweet taste of her soul Her eyes Even though closed Fluttered and she muttered something so low It was hardly audible It was then I knew In that instant I could cross The hidden boundaries between us From my world to hers in the physical For with Mother Moons pagan blessings Anything now was possible I reached down and drew a heart shape Upon her soft cheek I knew what I had to do Before The Ancient One Bade me go I ran my hard fingertips from the soft nape Of her seductive neck to her ankle and back again and As a faint aroma of Almonds Appeared from nowhere As I looked down at her My living breathing book Filled with so many Stories music and poetry I silently thanked the Almighty For answering all my nightly prayers Running my tongue over my lips As lightly as I could I tasted ambrosia So delicious It made me feel so Eager and amorous I kept my eyes upon her face My warrior princess with the long crow black hair As I trailed my index finger as light as a feather across her hips A groan of pleasure escaped her throat and crimson red lips I marked her forehead in the sign of the cross With wax from my white candle I always carry I smiled in the darkness of the room As I knew when she awoke I would be with her forevermore No longer dreaming for this is now real I reached down and held her hand and Drew The sign of the cross in wax On her soft skin As I kissed her hard I tasted sweet heaven and knowing that my Mark connected us deeper still I knew she would always return to me In the longing hours Even going against her own will I watched her breathe me in deeply as I seduced her mouth and With a deep sigh She started to cry Don’t go She whispered in my ear as Her eyes suddenly opened But Mother Moon had called me home from that bedroom And all I could do was savor Her taste Her ambrosia Knowing I would return and all her curves and desires I will be granted the time I need to truly consume That was yesterday I just left her with a simple line I WILL RETURN (C) John Duffy