The Lighthouse Lover

 

The salty air of an open sea,

Is vast and magnificent,

The coming of dusk brings utmost glee,

For the woman awaiting the taste of her lover’s scent.

 

She goes alone, swift with a lover’s zeal,

She anticipates each moment, each wondrous feel,

Of his masterful hands,

Carefully exploring forbidden lands.

 

And the lighthouse stands with kind intent,

Her lover beckons at last, with love so salient.

And as they emerge winding stairs,
There haste is interrupted only by caressing stares.

 

And as a door is thrust open,

He descends on knees with effortless adept.

Bringing her thereafter, open,

He descends ardently in her swollen depth.

 

The movement lingering and divine with grace,

Is made urgent with ravenous kisses, and a rapturous pace.

And the crescendo is jubilantly intense.

The lovers fall unabashedly into its ecstatic eminence.

 
And as a door is thrust open,

It is the lover’s beholden.

A deathly struggle begins,

Her lover is vanquished, the light dims.

 

Killed now by a husband’s rage,
She will no longer the scent of her lover taste,

She descends the great height of the lighthouse with haste,

No longer subject to the scorn of a brutal hate.

 

And the lighthouse stands with kind intent,

Her lover beckons at last, with love so salient.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Nykkiicia Cion]

u write about sexual trysts quite well...this poem is quite vivid in the mind of readers due to ur use of imagery and ur choice of words. I especially like when u say:
"And as a door is thrust open,
He descends on knees with effortless adept.
Bringing her thereafter, open,
He descends ardently in her swollen depth."
the door mentioned here can mean both a literal door or the opening of legs...both for the much anticipated lover's entrance. wonderful read!

[Constance]

As real and lucid as your other entry into my contest. I love your work. I haven't been on so much, and I'm looking forward to catching up with your work, along with a few others. Bravo, Niki.