Oye, Karin - I Will Never Forget
Everyone was gone, and the pool beckoned -
one-piece bathing suit, on your perfect petite form ...
very broad vertical stripes, just five of red and white.
Water glistening on skin, shoulders, damp hair, face,
Lips, eyebrows outlined ... a faint sparkle in the eyes,
all with a soft blue hue, drenched by the full moon.
Your arms circle my neck, one hand combs my wet hair,
the other frames my face, cradling it like a sad child's.
Moon behind you, your eyes are hidden from me but
for the soft glint from its radiance reflected off the
surface of the pool's water, but you fix me with your
stare nonetheless, and I feel your intent draw me in,
Straight to your soul, thus, and it takes my breath ...
'tis but one more trance in a river of spells that you
have cast on me ... oh, since the moment my eyes
were awakened by yours, my desires have no longer
Been of my own accord ... you have possessed me,
as surely as an infant possesses innocence, and each
breathing moment, in days or in dreams, has been for
your indulgence. This is but the sultry and seductive
Continuation of your clear appurtenance of my being ...
but such is the flawlessness of your plan that to all
and everything outward it seems to be of MY doing.
Here, now, water to our waists on this warm summer
Night, it is no different ... you feign to let me take the
lead, but it is I who am at YOUR mercy. Oh, my hands
are the ones that move, (softly but surely over your
curving form ... tracing the sacred dimples at your
Lower back ... down over your sublime backside, along
the length of your shapely legs, pulling them up to
grasp my waist in the abiding grip of your inner thighs,
sliding upward to slip off the straps of your suit, and
Attending the supple mounds that are now revealed
and left glistening in moon-glow, like chaste porcelain
perfection, with a soft, slow, deliberate adoration of
every inch of your unblemished skin), but YOU are at
The root of their subordination, as you are at the core
of all that I am and think and do ... this moment, this
calm, warm water, reflecting you, me, the moon, the
stars, the fireflies of mid-July, the gentle California-Jazz,
Drifting out from the darkened house, the way you
have taken me over, body and soul, and this constant,
passionate need I have for ALL of you, is so beyond
what I ever expected to feel for another, yet you seem
To have known it, as time knows the Universe. As I
lose myself in those dark, moon-splattered eyes, as
liquid as what surrounds us ... as I pull your face to
mine and drink deep the tongue that I crave like sweet
Nectar, as our forms fit together and our mouths and
minds and souls and bodies merge, as I feel myself
falling into you, like a child falls into the frozen white
to make snow angels, with careless abandon and an
Unimaginably clear ecstasy ... I hear the one sound and
single phrase that completes this incredible moment,
and sends me into the infinite oblivion that will become
the memory of all we now ARE ... that will haunt me
For all time to come ... your voice, reaching from the depths
of this perfect, priceless, purely passionate night, and into
the molten chaos of my core, "Oh, yes ... oh, please" ...
the party was over, but love ... love, was just in bloom.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "I Will Never Forget ... " Poetry Contest, Silent One, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Hold Me In Your Arms" Poetry Contest, Julie Rodeheaver, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Opposite Gender Love Expression" Poetry Contest, Frank Herrera, Judge & Sponsor.
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