Holy woman love

You must be a dream – how else would I know you?
Your luscious lips softening to the first touch of mine,
Then hardening with passion’s sudden familiarity,
All this must have come to me while I was sleeping.
Yet now I am awake, still your eyes seem to hold
Their loving gaze on mine, never turning from me,
In loves rapture enrapt, enwrapped, involved in me,
Open when first we kissed, now closing, contented.
I feel your warmth and weight on me, your arms now
Enclosing me, possessing me, afraid to release me,
Your hands contain my face, each little finger touches,
Teases at an earlobe, each thumb caresses a cheek,
And you rain kisses down upon me like a stormcloud!

You suck at my lips, lick round them, suck my tongue,
Try now every kissing trick to bring up my arousal,
But as well you know the scent of you, the sight of you,
Sometimes the merest thought sexes me right up so high!
My arms are round your waist, I stroke your buttocks,
Feel the fine curving line of your hips, dig fingers in,
Pull at soft, yielding flesh, draw you closer to me.
Already your heart hammers, juxtaposed to my own,
Already your nipples rub on mine, our breasts together,
Crushed by your desire to put flesh against hot flesh,
Already sweet sweat glistens, tugs at us as we move,
Tangs the air with the sharpness of woman-to-woman.

I let my legs apart, needing your curls to tangle in mine,
Needing your clitoris to hit cruelly on my aching own,
Needing the rasping of your breath on my heated face,
Needing to feel that loss of control – oh the love I describe
Must by now be commonplace, wherever she loves she,
Wherever woman comes to woman. So why, my darling,
Is each time – is this time – like the time of first-trying?
Why is ecstasy a surprise? Why is each curve and line
Of your beloved body like an uncharted, savage country?
Why is this sensation that builds up in me so very new?
Why am I no more than a girl, overwhelmed by first love?
Why am I looking at you in amazement and wonder?

For now you are a new woman, all women, the only woman,
My world has narrowed, it is all here, nowhere else exists,
Even the bed we lie on has less substance than a cloud.
We are in some sublime way in each other, made one,
Made a whole, made nothing but our sensations, our love,
Made roaring, rushing heaven, melding heartbeat, breathing,
Fire becoming fire, icy cold in cold, one living spirit from two.
Goddess-shaped, goddess-holy in approaching climax,
Sacrificed, sacrificing, seeking martyrdom of self in self,
Mystery of sex on sex! Oh to be closer, to alloy with you!
To melt body into body, two souls becoming one immortal.

Upon a mutual wave we ride; the intensity is unbearable,
But still we bear it, still we are compelled, cannot stop,
Cannot resist, cannot desist, can only insist, must persist,
Rhythmic, harmonic, demonic, I am at the mountain-top,
And so are you. Together - oh holy moment! – NOW!
Throw back your head and howl as I do, rigid, shuddering,
Shaking, shivering the pillars of the world by our shock!
I must not let you go; indeed I cannot release myself,
My need for you is greater than my grip on precious life.
Each time I let myself relax, a fresh wave comes upon me,
Another aftershock, orgasm follows orgasm, I cry out
As each hits me. I am nothing, nothing but these feelings!
Gradually they gentle out, leaving me shattered, satisfied.

And you? Here is the most sanctified time of woman-love,
The lying together, the murmuring, the gazing, the reminding.
Oh you are sweet, the demon-words I love you, mine alone,
You say these things to me, and they are essential, whole,
Shot through with meaning and sincerity as silk by gold thread.
Ever-living, they will linger in my mind, burned there by kisses.
My words to you stumble, but you take their meaning, know,
Realise the heart that is behind them, love in return for love.
As out bodies cool you reach for a blanket, the world returns,
We are two women in each other’s arms, blessed and real,
I know you, and I ever shall, vow-realised, worshipped one,
Promised love, divine gift, the whole value of my reality.