Capitulation

Looks are glances laden with longing
little Alphonso mangos, waiting to be taken
Reach up pluck
                      slice it open
what lies within
                      the morass of a soul
ripe, oozing and oh so sweet
Dip thy hand, lift up the juices
three fingers will suffice, dig into the flesh.
Taste, chew and swallow
     A slow smile as the flavours explode on the tongue
golden yellow and full of the sunshine wrapped in the fruit

She sprawls there in the rattan chair
Under the slowly beating fan.
The fetid air, hung over and clammy ,
a body needs to divest itself
Open up One and see inside
the writhings of My desires she looks again
and watches the world at the window
peering to look at her violation
who shall be first

Should not He be the One
Stay the hands
                      He opened the door.
watched as He tied her to the bed
His four-poster
and sat by her side
soothing her matted brow
                      as her violation continued
That long line ne'er diminishing
and she only had eyes for her One.
is this what He wanted?
How long the testing?
legs akimbo, spread
lips open and pulsating
                                  gasping for more, more, more
like a fish gaping for air
                                  out of its element
what Must she do
                                  she was willing to do what He asked
transfixed transfigured

her friends all came watched and sighed
Yet none held her save her One.

Dankness smells
                        and she did
He inhaled and smiled
Knew then He smelled her fear, at first
And as the minutes dragged to hours
He smelled her capitulation.
That flush of pinkness giving way to the puffy lips of red
raw and moist

Watched the feather slowly trailing down
describing lazy circles as the fan
slowly beat the fetid air
Strong her smell
                        her victory.
she was His
but she smiled.
He was hers
                        forevermore.