I had a feeling that Pandora’s box contained the mysteries of a woman’s sensuality, so different from man’s & for which man’s language was inadequate. The language of sex had yet to be invented. The language of the senses was yet to be explored
Sweetheart, ‘tis time to enter thee, tae bore thine armour’d dark,
An awesome <GASP> thy fingers grasp tae claw the palm-tree bark,
As all my astral love employs such esoteric touch,
At first ye cannae hold the joys, the motion feels too much.
When bodies settle down into the spirit of our task,
Thy face furls fairly round, & with a brazen look ye ask
To, ‘fuck me harder baby, fuck me into ecstasy!’
‘Ten minutes be my pardon, babe, & then I’ll set thee free,
Til’ then my strokes stay soft, stay slow, there’ll be no sharp surprise,’
Stoking a warm orgasmic glow in flame-encinctured eyes,
The Ocean brings a cautious breeze, the Moon the still of night,
A coconut crashes thro’ trees & bird disturbs to flight.
‘Nine minutes…’ let us sample what it’s like to fly a kite,
Sat in the rhythm temple of our temporal delight,
Singing the Karma Sutra, Saraswathi on sitar,
‘My love you are my future, are my life-raft’s guiding star.’
‘Just eight more minutes…’ breathe I as my darling strokes maintain
All the sultriness of Shanghai, smooth as Dubai’s darkling plain,
As to the vast skies, lightening an oratorio,
Flock’d high & flightless songbirds sing for morning’s holy glow.
On seven minutes pleasure-channels throb lip-bitingly,
Sliding the sex celestial, enmesh’d elatedly,
We are two Lovers natural, expressless, yon all speech,
Our Love the body beautiful on sempiternal beach.
‘Six minutes sweetheart, more for ya…’ still hail’d my steady hand,
Thy cortex cornucopia regaled at my command,
For while I softly stimulize thy spirit’s lissome dreams,
What lofty zephyrs phantasize of coming in the sunbeams!
‘Five minutes love…’ this thrust unties the keystone to unlock
Thy trust-exhaling orchid cries, the lilting for my cock
Cries acquiescence more & more, ye wishing I’d go faster,
But as I’ve told ye once before, good woman I’m yer master.
‘Four minutes…’ let us halt the hooves, we’ll watch the world stand still,
When looking at your body proves in thee my lives fulfil,
‘Ye are so fucking sexy lass,’ as with a gentle creak
I push into thine underpass & nipples ‘gan to tweak.
‘Three minutes…’ fainting lambs at play, life’s frolicking connects us,
A soft, sensory holiday of the foxy senses,
On flexing back converg’d a spell, night’s freckling starry chart;
Ineffable love-surges swell… felicitous my heart!
‘Two minutes more…’ the penetrating melody fulfils
Of sweet syrinxes resonating praise… the cloudy grills
& sunrays spear exotic… all my smoothness snaps to jolts,
Forbidden & erotic, clapping swarthy thunder-bolts.
‘One minute dear,’ into thine ear I whisper, ‘to complete
This countdown sensual seconds steer,’ increasingly our beat,
Invokes seething Vesuvious, her lava set to blow,
Fiances fucking furious, our virtuoso flow!
O Liberations! Celebrations! Racers Riding Skies!
Acceleration-laced Sensations Splice Colliding Thighs!
Champagne Decanters Set to Pop! Bees Hop upon on a Rose!
‘Im Coming Babe, Don’t Stop, Don’t Stop,’ Urging my Further Blows,
Thy Breath Cascades! My Shakeress! My Bel imperia!
Blending Tremendous Hand Grenades! Compell’d Hysteria!
Explosion-Quaking Uterus! From Flexile Meteors,
Voluptuous & Unctuous… fled rabbits from the wars.
Bee buzzing sweetly to thy squealing sequelae ablaze,
We gush completely to the keeling craze the sky portrays,
Faces of handsome certitude, grace ceases to exist,
Releas’d from randsom’d servitude, cheek-cuddling as we kiss’d.
With lips of pleasure pushing floods of brushing gossamer,
A tipsy-measur’d gulsh of blood eclipsed the dulcimer
Fern-angels play’d above us, perfum’d oxytocin clouds
Surrounds two perfect lovers, bound in one another’s shrouds.
Lass, we are one another’s best, our eye-beams twist & thread
On double beams, cemented chest, it seems as if we’re dead;
An integrated, satiated sense the storm was done,
As all about us celebrated swallows with the sun.
Inconscient in the gilded gaps twyx sex & ecstasy,
Lovegasming, our limbs collapse beside a shimm’ring sea,
Our randy & romantic pile, as frantic pantings fade,
Struck up the songbirds of this isle a sylver serenade.
We lay awhile… becalm’d… asleep… I rose without ye stirring,
I found a sea-shell round & deep, I fill’d it to yer purring,
Washing away yer sea-salt sweat ye sail’d a wistful sigh,
‘My love, I am not finish’d yet…’ ye whisper’d, ‘my, oh my…’
Ye sitting up, I slid behind, cupping a supple breast,
Letting my favour’d fingers find the moist & swollen crest
Of thy most tender labia; with searing, stealthy stroke,
I’ll have my lovely way wi’ yer, when with a slender poke
I push my fingers deep once more… surf shines upon our feet…
Transported to this lapping shore as alchemies complete;
Lass, let us cease this wooing song my cooing kisses seal,
Come here to me… come taste my tongue… try doing this for real!