THE REVERENCE/ETERNAL PUNISHMENT
Later, after I am broken, hollow, and caught suspended somewhere between life and death, I want to be taken further (deeper) into that fracture from which I once ran. I want to forget the woman I once was...the one who existed, in absolute, before you first entered me, so lightly (softly, gently at first). The one who clung so vainly and pointlessly onto fear and shame and self loathing...and I want you, you my dearest, to forget the man you once believed you were. Before you realised how perfect, beautiful and powerful you are in my eyes. I want you to embody that creature and take us both beyond the fronds of this ridiculous paradise before it is too late...before that stark consciousness returns and we slip further and further away from that aching precipice of inertia.
Destroy us both. Break us whole. Rebirth is the only way forward in this featureless landscape we once called home. You know this lover as well as I... And fortune, as they say, favours the brave so, go forth with valour sweet Knight. Save us both.
"And she awakes... Moonlight covering her like a sheet. Senses alert - awareness heightened and piqued. A strange aroma
invades her body (soft and wet like Autumn leaves). A warm and silky ardent moisture upon her skin lays tenderly."
Yes... I am weak...an echo of faint contractions from the last petite mort you furnished me with, before we slipped into that sublime lack of awareness, have all but disappeared and transmuted into a low frequency vibration... Somewhere around 33Hz I awake - or rather cross that thin veil of consciousness from below to above.
I am faintly aware of your presence... Your calm, rhythmic breath. That sweet smell of late August mixed with Autumn leaves and a spike in my pulse rate. Immersed in darkness, I can see nothing but know, in the pit of my whole, that you are near. In my delirium I try desperately to focus my eyes to see that angelic form of your façade, knowing that no mere absence of light can hide the incandescence your beauty brings... My body: effervescent and hissing with an energy that feels somehow out of place, for I am still half caught in a dream; my mind jaded by the slumber from which I have just been seduced and yet also, somehow, by the silent promise of that precipice. I do not know it yet, but I am desperate for your touch, and you... You are toying with me; baiting me with its denial, all the while gently letting your presence be known... Playing with the desires you know my thin skin hides wept and weak beneath the surface of all that came before.
I want you. And although your touch is too delicate for the mortal whore within to inuit, the Goddess within me is moved beyond most Earthly sentiments. My arousal is graceful, deliberate and yet unharnessed. And you. You, my love, are cool, calm and calculated in your approach. The tips of your fingers make irreversible, irredeemable contact (so lightly it is almost imperceptible), with the soft delicate skin that curves upwards along my inner thigh, towards the place where waterfalls rest easy and yet playfully amidst the dulcet tones of my desire... Yes, if Necessity is the mother of Invention, then let Desire be the seed that brings life forth. I am beyond merely alive... I am set free...
Delicate strands of gossamer brush against the hills and valleys of this barren landscape. You have mapped every inch and memorised every nuance and floodgate. Overly tactile, my skin feels EVERY point of contact, and you - fully cognizant of my disposition...push further, deeper, into the soft depths of this night.
In a moonlit sky, lover, what else am I to hunt but this reverence? Lips, once so furtive, make alarming and deliberate contact with my own, and those subtle waterfalls crash and break and fall at the shores of a death so sweet...
Yes, I want you to kiss me, deeply
Where the morning dew hides
Feel the bass in my rhythm
The ebb of my tide
Open me up
Like the flowers
That blossom
(Depths of night)
Deeper wider
Further longer
Till i am breathless
Sweet sublime
...the depths of this here night beckon to you with a voice you find disturbingly familiar, yet do not recognise, and so caught up in the power you exert over my weak, taut as the skin of a drum frame, you fail to interpret that there has been a subtle shift in this dynamic... Fail to notice that the hunter has now become the hunted... Yes, I play your sub like a Thespian - for in this game of push me - pull you, who is the Sub and who is the Dom is of little importance. You know this as well as I, my love, and we have no need for discourse (silence is a void, yes, but also a wealthy, fertile land)
The vivid spasms of my thighs, as your tongue finds me out... open, wanting and minus reserve, are met with the lightest of pressure - aiming to subdue, control... Yes, I'll play the game sweet lover, chase you until you think me caught, hide the mistress from plain sight and allow her to direct from behind the scenes... Because the game is long since afoot. You. Are. Awash...
Yes lover,
I want you to kiss me, slowly
Softly gently
Till i rise
Feel me Goddess
Feel me wanting
Feel me feeling
Your desire
To make me let go
Waves a crashing
Flowing rushing
Open wide
Feel me shaking
Deep contracting
You drinking deeper
All the while...
If Death is eternal punishment, then Love, Love sweet darling, is infinite joy, and this...right here, right now, at the boundary between above and below, in the ante chamber to oblivion, is the antidote to all death...
