RUMINATION UPON LAST NIGHT'S SEDUCTION

Last night, your heated breath stilled my moving neck, caressed my ear lobes with your masculine exhalation. You stroked me with your powerful, rough

hands.  Your male phermones wafted through the air paralyzing me. Your eyes reflected only me. It was then, that I could succumb to your feverish seduction.

I pledged my heart and body to you, again. I lay down and opened up like a Spring flower in full bloom. My nectar; a profuse, succulent-delicacy.  I merged

with you, mesmerized.  We both orgasmically jerked until satiated and again aware of our surroundings. When we unlocked from our primordal grip, we

broke bread and shared intimate moments; leisure's gift of oneness. When I awoke, you were ruinously busy; working working, working.  No lingering sighs

or remembrance of last night's coupling. Do you not know me by now?  I never

stay conquered. I live in an ether-world.  I shake off your overshadowing of me like a freshly-laid hen fluffing her feathers. I cannot be your second thought. 

 I will be first or none at all. These are my terms of engagement. Carnal love is a weak, jaded master. It will be some time before you are invited to seduce me

again,

inhale the earthy-heaven between my parted legs: my legendary, chalice-citadel.

Alice Parris