Gifts of the Goddess

Laying there, she beckons
hair in disarray
body reclined
sensual and beckoning

holding, touching, feeling
What does a kiss say?
what does a touch impart?
giving and loving

Sleep, is it eternal?
bodies spent in pleasure
fingers trailing over skin
Gifts of the Goddess.

For her

Skin
So soft
Lips so exciting

Body so inviting
So wondrous
Smile

She

She draws me like a moth to the flame,
her eyes the fire, the light, that beckons me to come.

Dark, alluring, calling.

Her lips are soft. Her hair framing her face.
Then She smiles. The call of the Goddess.

Light, calling, beckoning.

The glow of her face in the moonlight.
inviting me to be with her. For time.

Calling, giving, Dawn.

Moonlight

Light skin, glistening in the moonlight.
Body moving, slow and sensually.

Real life forgotten at least for a moment.
air almost still yet warming... comforting...

Stress fading, becoming but a bad dream.
Wanting new life and so much more.

Fire lighting the night, moon now set.
Laying in the sand, so warm and safe.

Dreams of the Goddess, giving her hand.
taking it and moving on again.