Forever Mine...

Forever Mine - Reclaiming what is my Own

Where is my lover now? Resting within the pool and sea, beneath the falling moonlight - the heaven's midnight lantern - hung in
the sky where birds and clouds nest,
eternal as forever and as the seconds before a returning lover who, absent for an age, appears from the sea out of the eternal time past stoically - pensively, and deliberately. She sleeps so peacefully
there in a motionless gaze - arrested in
space and indifferent to her world and to the passions which are just a kiss away, my hunger, my desire my need, my blood thirst and obsession to be in her; and to flee with her in my arms into the night sky landing beyond the sea and beast of the deep , where I will claim her with my powerful blade and my strength, my power, my sword which has been hardened by my desires and polished with heat of my needs . I shall press her to the shadows spreading her wide and vulnerable as a mythical goddess whose wings stretch from east to west - my Rock wet and dripping - thick and swollen and possessed by the un quenchable passion to drink from her vessel; to lick the juices from her lips and taste the honey still hot and sticky from our joint union; our bond and pact, cementing our future together and consummating the fate of our eternal duty and obligation to satisfy and protect; to nurture and obey; to lead and to submit, and forever bathe in the eternal sea of love.

Would she awaken if I placed my mouth to her warm lips and kissed the dew off her?. Would she feel my tongue as I painted her neck and shoulders with my mouth and felt her hardening nipples just a shadow away from my starving hands; calloused and bruised, hardened and sore, but forever softened by my love and affections I have for her? One can not know the desires or power of a sleeping and unfullfilled heart.

So I remain hidden behind my own unsure walls, toppled and rebuilt time and time again by destiny, weakness, and a love sore spirit. Mystified and bewildered by the tempestuous seas which carry our love racked ship, and bruised by truths and realities which knock asunder an unsatisfied ocean of emotion and un navigable river of love and passion.

There in loves confused harbor, my torn heart battles the swelling tides and the surging and commanding cock now throbbing and pulsating beneath my cape; burning within me and compelling me to take my sleeping beauty right there, this instant, regardless of demons or angels or secrets or monsters which may lay hiding in the shadows. To feel her slippery core; her tight lips which lay just under her gown; enflamed and ripe; soft and ready for her lovers arrow to smite her with its passion; so enflamed and consumed with his need to take - to remove her cloak and blanket, exposing her pink flower and milky breast; her strong arms and firm bottom; radiant and golden; reflecting the lights of heaven and the lights and flames of Hades - those dual natures which cast shadows and rays alike of both appetite and hunger,compassion and humility - but held back by insecurities and a world which denies man and lovers from taking what fate and destiny has graciously given.

My lover waits for me I assure myself; the One, the man and essence who completes her destiny and moment, elevating her to a goddess and mystical princess; queen of eternity and mother of the universe; behind the silent but eternal fog of darkness, resting among stars and sounds in her secluded world and refuge; that chamber behind reason and obligation, where neither owls nor the light of day venture, and where time is stopped and all manners and convention are placed aside; where myths and legends spring to life in a sparkling display of phantoms and shadows who assume the roles of seductress and seducer, satisfying and receiving the hidden passion and desires of a lovers heart.

She is so still and silent in this midnight dream - this hidden world - this tranquil oasis in the middle of a blackened desert. Laying there pressed between man and god - torn between night and day; split between Obligation and duty , and the irrational hands of love and passion - Confused and blinded by the demands of a world, mystified but empowered by the one Light which illuminates her Universe and Soul.

Clutching to the last anchor which still holds her to the neutral and indifferent moment, but reaching for and desiring the chain which will bind her to the purpose and mission of her soul. Surrendering to this inner war and conflict which has broken and burnt a path wider than hell, she lays waiting and asleep - elevated above the realities of the time and buried beneath the layers of hopes, wishes and dreams that have forever ran from her and her love starved heart.

Not a breath is heard, not a shimmer of life escapes from her; she sleeps silently and unmoving, peacefully and soberly,as I push aside my wings, and as the blade of my Talons descend down towards her innocent sweet dampness between her spread and open legs.

I place my hardened dagger - passionately and lovingly to her open core, and I feel the rush of charging pleasure escape through my gland, up through my solid pulsating trunk, and in through the gateway that leads directly into my heart, mind and soul, forever filling, and elevating me to a height known by none but advocates of hell and advesarys of heaven - those sullen and lost; souless for the lost bet they made with satan, for an extra moment of pleasure in Hedons garden and a quick dance with fame; that lieing but tempting goddess, who seduces the weak and rapes those love starved men and women waltz with Lusifer who for no other reason because of his charm and attached reputation of being the sole challenger of God and His army of angels.

Buckling from the pleasure and the growing desire to dive deeper into my lovers center, my engorged demon flesh -dripping and near spent - fully ascended and projecting between my thighs - hungry and blinded - breaks through her unprotected walls, and plunges deeper and deeper within her - through her - around her - as far as light travels in a lifetime - to the furthest reaches and emptiness of her soul and creation - down harder and harder and harder into the last remaining essence and quality which makes her a woman - an entity a spirit - to the point where life begins its march towards humanity and the very point the fountain of life springs forth out of the mind and power of God; that reserved darkness that consumes all things, knows all things, understands all things; the origin of love, and passion desire, and longing; the center of the cosmos and beyond into time past, and all recollection and memory or purpose.

And finally when distance has been reduced to inseparable and indivisible space; the point where man and woman become one; where flesh becomes one with another's flesh - melting - flowing like a common current between her, me and the glory of Heaven - my mighty waters explode like a team of Dragons - eyes blood red - furious - teeth and fangs like sharpened Daggers and claws reaching and spinning like an unleashed tornado - escaping from within my core, releasing like inpatient volcano - hot - steamy - unchanalled - and flood her and her guarded city like a furious wave pours over a sand castle - rolling over her walls, and flowing out between her wet swollen fruit like a magically white river into the lakes and seas and world encompassing her, returning, reestablishing, and rededicating to me, what has, is, and will be, now and for eternity - - binding us forever - the soul of the one I have known since time was, the spirit of the one I worship, and the heart of the one I Love, Cherish and Adore, and wish would remain, forever mine.