Soft and warm within the snug of a freshly washed quilt.
A hand moves- the covers tilt.
Tender fingertips sweep delicate scented flesh.
Dream and reality begin to mesh.
Eyes close for imagination titilation.
This is not Stock Rotation..
It's a Love Libation...

Gooseflesh stirs to join the body rock,
Breathing deepens whilst the outside world I block.
Inner yearnings awakened to potential bliss..
Just as they would to a mornings slow kiss.
I'm thinking that this can bear no relation
To the male incantation...
For this is a Love Libation..

Grip grows stronger on this eager writhing being,
Who knows what under my eyelids I'm seeing.
The flower blooms- the nectar starts to flow,
From the river within- and the eddies grow
Spinning and Skipping-
Electric tantilisation.
This is a Love Libation..
Not a man celebration.

Delving deep- and lost in wonder,
A gasp for breath before going under
The curl; In order to rise to the crest.
A private fantasy- at last confessed.
Frozen in time for an intimate momento,
Listen to the power of the bodys' crescendo.
A moan escapes from the euphonic noise
Inside this body- fighting normal poise.
Pushing and pulling- senses to the limits
Loss of unimportant minutes..
Love radiation enveloping physical form
Energy Malestrom- Perfect Thunderstorm.
Mind and body meet in one ultimate flash..
Of blinding heaven- STATIC CLASH.

Slumped in a heap,
Landing on reality.
With a sly sultry grin
Defying her fatality.
A guilty pleasure not normally revealed.
Do I or don't I?
My lips no longer sealed.
Drunk in the warmth,
Bathed in a cup of Elation..
Intoxicated fully by a Love Libation.

Clare McWilliams

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-love-libation/