LOB 4: Denoument

The lady watched her lover – & that hour
Of Love’s, & Night’s, & Ocean’s solitude
O’erflowe’d her soul with their united power
Lord Byron

*

Aslant vast snowstorms billowing about th’Atlantic stream,
We soar’d our way wind-willowing like twin wolves in a team,
High over waves where Tristan fell enraptur’d with Isolde,
For Love is Love, its captive spells entwining hearts enfold.

*

Now reach we France, where in a trance, Heloise & Abelard
Once sens’d that Love’s continuance the truth we all must guard,
Despite them parted by the Pope, Parisians exhumed
Their corpses to impart love’s hope, by Bounaparte entomb’d.

*

Hen, let us wend o’er Aquitaine’s pyramid Pyrenees,
As fast as faerie aeroplanes, slick-bullets on the breeze,
Yon Corsica & Aegadi’s dauntless Marettimo,
Where mountain Lords of Sicily oersail Monte Falcano.

*

Soon Gozo shuffles ‘neath us, where Calypso kept her cave,
& forced Odysseus to lust her as some slept-in slave,
Pining for his Penelope, heartbroken on the coast,
A martyr to love’s panoply, the pain that burns the most.

*

Beyond Arabia we fly, surfing its fabled sea;
Feel India, Garuda high, reveal star synergy,
As if searching for Seeta, sweetest of the East by far,
Til parakeets come greet us by the fleets of Tranquebar.

*

We, whipping west to Nicobar, view pearl-like necklace strings
Of islands perched on coral bar, O grand & sandy rings,
They beckon us to Andaman, where on the Jolly Bouy
Let us land as man & woman, world abandoned to our joy.

*

As ye lay naked in the sun, wild jasmine tarting air,
A banquet Pandaisian for thee I shall prepare,
The flesh-fruits of the mango tree, the oysters of the pearl,
The honey of the bumblebee, I’ll gather for thee girl.

*

As we settle down together to a dinner, you & I,
Under calm, unbroken weather of a balmy, breathless sky,
We saw, to sea, a fisherman stirring his craft along;
Mellifluous converse began, lips purring as in song.

*

‘The priggishness of Britishers is something to admire,
For without this the best of us could not afford an Empire!’
‘These prison isles seem little globes’ ye say, ‘as on the sea
& glebes, Ra trails his precious robes, golden exceedingly!’

*

As sunblaze zenith reaches let us bail from boil, lets trade
Cinder-sands of peachy beaches for a cool & leafy shade,
I’ll build for thee a hammock-bed from creepers, when complete,
Day-lazing, on thy stomach led, attending to thy feet,

*

My fingers pack vast reverie at pressure points festoon’d,
Touch-petall’d reflexology brings balance, if attuned,
A pretty pitter-pattering has flitter’d to each side,
Just like a witty sanderling… thy tension-knots untied.

*

As fishermen bring back the catch & sunset reddens sky,
I lie beside thy lavish thatch, our vibes intensify,
Ye are an island to explore, thy valleys, peaks & wood
Entice my wanders more & more, arous’d my carnal blood,

*

As ravish’d paradisean thy nipples bloom for musk,
Some easy Polynesian, as moon consumes the dusk,
My puckered lips did nip & suck, my tongue-tips tickled light,
I took the dip & slowly stuck two fingers up, & tight!

*

As Scop-Owl started up, ‘midst spritely violet foliage,
We set about our passion-rite, our private privilege,
With looks of love & lust let free, exquisite kisses please,
‘My love ye are so good to me,’ ye whistle to the breeze.

*

Still gorging an indulgent breast, still forging deep inside,
My thumb-club rubs thy nubbl’d nest, it cannot be denied;
While pleasure-beating, juice-secreting tissue wraps around
My dulcet-bleating, pulse-repeating passion pound-on-pound,

*

I found thy love-lined eyes aflame, I gaz’d in them & saw
The terrors of thy tigress tame, the truth behind the door,
We sat awhile all lotus-style, lock’d up, full face-to-face,
Immured, erewhile, transfix’d, tactile, we upwards ruck’d the pace.

*

As senses tantric-touching climb like rivers in a spate,
Commencing now the clutching time, two beings penetrate,
Those easy cygnets by the bay, those maidens squeezing milk,
It pleases me my man-flesh lay in hay-bales laced with silk.

*

As to the Scop-Owls perfect pump-like wuck-chug-chug I push,
My fingers find a secret stump-like nook… a geyser’s gush
Has fed thy heavy-petal’d fig, thy moist & golden flower,
Unfolding as my fingers dig with pois’d & potent power.

*

As up against a tree we stand a leaf falls on thy face,
I ease it off with soothing hand & smooth my movement’s pace,
When every time I heave my way into thy moist delights
Ye’ve moan’d up to the Milky Way’s sky-hoisted satellites.

*

As like a fox my cock’s withdrawn I spin ye round rear-end,
& pinning ye to floral fauna, we shall both descend;
As cherry rectum muscles for my final entrance steeled,
Thy perineum rustles to thine anal purse unpeel’d.

*

My left hand curls about thy chest, some heavy pressing robe,
Gripping the nipples of thy breast while tongue-tips earlobes probe,
My right hand hook’d inside ye is, exploring, while my thumb
Sits jitters on thy clitoris, this bliss shall make ye come

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