The Moment of our Violent Red

Give me the shadow of God

Over the universe, under a woman

That I might swarm over her with

 

Creative intentions, pulsating arousal

My veins will hide no godless art

Only the sustenance to my man-soul

 

To yearn for union with beauty

To fight for her shivering attention

Give me the yearning of astonished years

 

That pass too quickly, without reward

Over the universe, under a woman

Like the little trembling blade of grass

 

So would be the wick of your pleasure

As crystal longing to my tongue

I would light your body with endurance

 

Governing your ecstasy with hands of skill

That I might address you as my adventure

Of poetry and eroticism, of flower and flesh

 

Of healing for your chills, our blood

Thrusting for some farthest limit of red. 

Reviews

[Corset]

oh my, I get a feeling the line will start here :) beautiful Eloha, trying a hand a erotica is liberating I think, everyone has a least one and you've done it so beautifully.

[Eloha]

Well thanks, this is like my white horse erotica.

[Corset]

I just love that line about the trembling blade of grass, and the yearning of astonished years, loved that.

[Eloha]

Yeah I see femininity everywhere, in grass or in time.