The Lover

I want a Lover with the hands of a pianist
Fingers that play my sculpted organs like a love song
Dancing over me, captivating me in His resonant music
beckoning my soul to release in His lyrical seduction

I want a Lover with the eyes of a Panther
Enflaming me with His natural gypsy desire
Lashes that hunt me with Masculine pride
Stalking me fiercely, hungering to claim my passion

I want a Lover with lips as soft as a woman's folds
Trailing down the ruffles of my feminine chasse
With kisses that change direction like a sail
Drinking the sweetness of my delicate dew

I want a Lover with the mind of a clever fox
Who sends me scavenging nocturnally in His riddles
Inducing silent questions of sensual Mastery
Choosing the revelation of mollified answers

I want a Lover with a voice whose whispers I hear in chaos
A midnight throat calming the tremors of my heart
Steering my wayward flight toward home
Directing my torrential course like a legendary phoenix

I want a Lover with a soul as pure as a virgin
Which blankets my womb with heavenly warmth
Connecting in stages of brilliant birth
Entering me, uniting with me, not a single touch

I want a Lover with the composition of a saint
Possessing character richly good and villainous
A unique balance of righteous and nefarious
This is the Lover of my final phase


~daria S. dawson
© 2000

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