Erotica - Poetry

There are times
When all I desire is to look at you.
To fill My eyes with the soft gleam
Of candleglow in your hair,
The shimmer of golden light and amber shadow
On face,
Arms,
Breasts,
Thighs,
As you move, or are still as I ask it of you.
Your eyes are lifted in such trust to Me
That I know, without asking,
That I *can* ask of you anything and you will give it to Me.
Because I have asked.

There are times
When I only wish to caress you
With my eyes.
To follow the sweet curves and swells and hollows of your body
With my hungry gaze.
Never too full to look once more.
Never too sated to peruse again the treasure
Which is Mine.

And there are times
When it is simply not enough.
When I must touch,
And more than touch.
When I must enter each part of you,
One by one and all at once.
Fill you, possess you,
Far deeper than the level of your skin,
Down into the blood,
Beneath the bone,
Into the deepest recesses of your heart and your soul.
To know,
To taste,
To devour,
To drink in all that is you.
To carry you,
Take you so far away from the light
That you shudder in fear
That you may never return to it again.

And yet you trust Me
To hold you through the journey
And to bring you
Once more
In rapturous resurrection
Again to life.
Each time reborn,
Newborn,
Cleansed and whole in ways you did not know you lacked
Until you shed your skin and stepped outside
With Me into the great Abyss.

There are times
When I am so full of you
That each fiber of my being
Resonates to your every moan and cry,
The lute and lutist are one.
And the music which fills us
Is born of such harmony
That a single note,
However sweet entwined,
Alone would jar and scream
And pain would only be pain.
But in our symphony
Of sensation
Each string plucked sings out
Shining and clear
And weaves a hymn of joyous release
To all the Gods of pleasure
From which we have been made.

There are times
When you come to Me
Bearing the mystery of yourself in your eyes
Open,
Revealed,
Unarmored and tender,
Like fine, strong clay to the sculptor.
Pliable,
Resilient,
Bending, never breaking as you mold your self to My will.
And My world is as full and rich as,
On this earth,
It is possible for it to be.

Oh, yes.
There are times...