Time Winked

You said I carried you away
       in a pompoir embrace
       one night atop a mountain?
You entertained visions of
       interlaced bodies, soft earth
       and Jupiter-gazing eyes;
You felt me cradling your firm organ
       with my rhythmic feminine hugs
       holding yourself within me;
And together, we went soaring high
       while only my genital lips
       kissed your glorious shaft.

Your readiness was requisite
       for our sensual pas de deux;
Your still reception of my lust
       was vital to our ecstasy;
Your acquiescence all necessary
       for my effective womanly squeeze;
So young was I, with muscles undisciplined,
       intuitive signals directed me.

Pleasure intensified to exquisite pitch
       our reciprocal coming eminent,
       electrical signals discharged--+--+--…
       we harmonized, ooohyessss-aarghuh,
       the arpeggio that instinct knows.
Attending closely, your response,
       in awe of our preciseness,
       I was unaware our ballet of passion
       stealthy etched our neuro-psyches,
       as enkephalins overtook us.

Knowing Professor, it was you
       who nurtured my carnal curiosity
       and stripped away my shame.
Experienced Teacher, it was you who
       delimitated ordered discipline
       and illuminated my perception.
Forbidden Playmate, it was you
       who inspired my wantonness
       with your confident, knowing style.
Intimate Lover, to only you, did I
       reveal my intrepid animus
       and expose my vulnerable ego.

Now in my mind’s eye
       there is the sweet odor of our arousal,
       the firmness of your masculine probe
       pressing into me with deliberate intent
       and the quick sounds of your breath.
Cognizance of cosmic relativity
       fades from my anamnesis
       and I recapture the hour
       when I knew you, and you knew me
       in ways no one else will.

Synchronicity coexists between us,
       chemically inscribed in our flesh
       we are linked by that engram
       until death claims us, and
       we reduce to interstellar dust.
Time winked at my mind’s eye;
       afforded me this lucid image;
       just yesterday I clasp you tightly
       at Petit Jean Park,
       while the stars watched.

              -prissypussy
              2/10/2001