To Wear The Mark

[Scorpio'sWill2Power]

"This Time Of Ours"

Your head resting upon the pillow beside me.
I reach out to gently caress your hair.
No further from me than the breath we share.
Each night we slumber side by side, succumbed as
the Goddess Nyx embraces us in her nocturnal mists.

In this time of ours, before sleeps comes, I can but stare in
amazement of you sweet seraph.
This vision before me made real only by the rise and fall of
your breasts.

I gaze in wonder at this splendor which is you my love.
That most precious gift that honors me with but a touch of
your heart to mine.

In this time of ours, I reflect upon what has brought us to
one another, our sojourn now complete.
Kindred spirits, no longer nomads wandering.
Having found ourselves within each others souls.

Enfolding you with my embrace, I draw you in.
The velvet warmth of your body molded to my chest.
My hands gathering beneath the swell of your belly, our
love having given life within.
Tasting the hollow curve of your throat, my lips sensing
the rush of your blood racing beneath this ardent flesh.

Urgent whispers caught upon your breath, your desire awakened,
Hungering for this blessed union of souls entwined.
Slender fingers reaching back, guiding me inside you.
Your touch weaving magic on loves arrow sharp and true.

Slipping my hand inside your thigh, lifting the sculpture of your
leg to encircle mine.
Our paradise found within the dew moist parting of your folds.
Drawing me within this silken vise.
My hands soothing the tender ache of your milk ripe breasts.

Piercing you deep with each moonlit movement of mortal flesh
engulfed.
Your breasts mist life's nourishment, my fingertips dappled by
their pearly tears.
Upon your lips I press this sweet seal, our bond complete.
Mated for all time, surrendering these tiny deaths between us.

In this time of ours, we sleep but dream no more.
Our destiny at last fulfilled in each others heart and soul.
Growing within you the passage of our gift from one to the other.
This triumvirate of life given birth through loves eternal flame.




The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything~Friedrich Nietzsche.