Ever since that night, the darkness and I have grown real cozy. My senses have changed; I see better once the shadows have fallen. Sometimes I find myself cocking my ears; hearing shit that isn't there. Supposedly.
And the dreams. I am telling you, I look forward to falling asleep every night. Indeed, it is better than a movie.
People do the dark a disservice with their antiquated ideas. Misconstruing it as something wrong. Bad. Dirrrty. It serves a purpose as well – to get things moving. The Void is just Ma yearning for Pa. An empty cup wanting to be filled. Cloud 9 pining for his Light(ning). Striking. It gives her the shivers. She quivers and spews all over the place. Molten. Vulcan. He is her One. Her Sun.
She looks to Him because She can't see without Him. Love is blind you know. And as far away as He goes, the Siren calls Him back. Even though he's tracking sand in. Blurring her Vision. Push and pull. Push and pull.
sometimes she wants a kiss because she misses him. and sometimes she wants him to stay a while longer so she can take her time and savor the taste. linger in neglected spaces. lick and lave.
or:
skip the niceties and devour him whole. frenziedly feeding. succubus suckling and sucking him in. all the way in. bathing him in the pool. coming for and with, then rebirthing him slicker.
And that's why he'll never quit her. Because no one else can give him what he needs. Those seeds need fertile ground; earth that has been tilled especially for him.
Though sometimes She languishes in the heat too long and grows fallow. He can be quite callow. Zeus. But when He returns he always gets it so wet wet…
Well it tends to make up for all of it.
and so it is - divine relationship....on that astral sex tip
"Man can never know the kind of loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in a woman's womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from this fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into art. He is not lonely. He is busy. The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion. The woman may be busy too, but she feels empty. Sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which he has bathed, and a charge of electric joy at contact with another. When man lies in her womb, she is fulfilled, each act of love is a taking of man within her, and act of birth and rebirth, of child bearing and man bearing. Man lies in her womb and is reborn each time anew with a desire to act, to BE. But for a woman, the climax is not in the birth, but in the moment when man rests inside of her. "
Posted by Lisa at October 19, 2008 01:40 AM