Sensual Storytelling

When you’re far away
and cannot hold my hand,
I feel you pour petals of love
on our sacred land.

When distance and time make believe that we’re parted,
I yet feel the storm,
flashing dark blue and violet
Enlightning my soul in secret.

When your hands are not on my body,
Warm and eagerly adoring,
I know I run wild and untamed in your thoughts,
Pure, sweet and consuming.

You somehow leave my lips unkissed
Moist, shaking and trembling,
Yet with piety you penetrate my heart deeply,
Holy colossus of delicious mystery!

And my heart, thus subtly pierced,
Pulses tightly and vastly in rhythms of pleasure.
Tickling me gently, dripping drops of honey dew,
Long to anoint your lips with me, and mine with you.

Open yourself and partake of me,
Soft, smooth, a sublime elation,
Let us be gracious, good and free,
On such an exalted occasion.