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VxPoem ID: 13822
Category:
pagan_spirituality
Posted: June 27th. 2005 9:52:33 PM
Views: 577 |
The Union
by moonshadow0922
Age Group: Adult
As I walked the upper meadow, In the light of the moon
I knew you were lingering, and would show yourself soon.
The breezes they caressed me, as my dress danced and twirled.
The moon smiled down upon me, as I thought about our world.
A world that was created, from your will and from mine.
A world that was destined, to converge and to combine.
We must not ask the question “why”, I thought as I strolled
Just take it simply as it is, love and treasure it like gold
Each of us knowing, that the night would become ours
For we had it all planned, out beneath the Highland stars.
You asked me to meet you, at our spot up on the hill
As I walked, I heard you, as you commanded me” Stand still!”
“Do not turn around!” I heard from somewhere in the trees
“Do not say a word my beloved, you’ll most certainly appease.”
I stood there unmoving, but my heart was beating faster!
As this was the loving voice and the command of my Master!
I stared straight ahead as told, at the darkness of the trees
From right behind I heard him again, “Down on your knees!”
I followed his instruction, and my knees they hit the ground.
“Close your eyes tightly, and I will circle around.”
I closed my eyes as tight as I could, wanting to comply.
He circled very close to me, his needs I could never deny.
Kneeling there upon the grass, I kept my eyes closed very tight.
He finally stopped behind me, there in the loving moonlight!
He said to me in a very soft tone, “Open your eyes, look straight ahead.”
With him behind me, there was no fear, as I did just what he said.
Then he moved in front of me, and he opened his warm cloak.
Taking his phallus in my mouth, his powers of fire to invoke!
His hands, so strong and rough, are locked within my hair.
As I lovingly drink him in, leaving not a drop to spare!
His taste is so intoxicating, as I have never known before
He gives me all his fire, his seed, all this and so much more.
As I finish my worship of this God, He looks down into my soul.
He offers his hands, to help me up, knowing I’ve lost control.
My knees are weak; my body is trembling, as I stand to meet his gaze
He gently takes my face in his hands, and he kisses me with praise.
He takes my hand, and guides me, to a clearing he had made.
Lying down beside me as natures nighttime music played.
We made a vow, and said a blessing, made a sigil just for us!
It represents our memories, our future, and our trust.
The evening was so beautiful; I will always hold it dear!
The moon above, she lit the night, our only chandelier.
Mother had her babies, all join in and serenade!
This evening bonded us as one, this evening we have made!
Amsp 4/21/05
Author's Location: Manchester, Maryland
More Poems: moonshadow0922 has posted 16 additional poems- View them?
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