patsey

A wandering hand...

Seeking fingers that steal my breath...

My heart pounds and the goddess awakes...

I touch the silken curtains and listen for the invitation...

The blossom opens and draws me in to that sacred center...

An unhurried rush...

A trembling urgency denied...

A sweet torture that wracks my being to the core...

How long? How long? The goddess begs and is denied.

Patience as the wave lifts and turns and shakes my soul...

How long? Not long? A moment more as the goddess rises like the dawn.

Then a deep note sounds and shakes everything. Darkness. Stars wheel. Time stops.

Sweet oblivion takes me.

Peace.

Sleep.

Joy.