Freya

Feather soft restraints threaten my breath
As pulse tempo erupts and quickens
To speeds Hawking could not measure;
You, Freya, deserve the very best
My tongue could offer for your pleasure;
Outside provides misplaced Arctic weather,
Snow deteriorates ‘fore our heat of day:
Ice caps to oceans, tsunamis, whirlpools
As I focus on rivers ‘tween creamy white legs;
As you grovel for mine entry, mutual climb,
Rough ascent on inspired rock needing a grind
Pulsing, throbbing to pursue drips as spilt wine
Ignorant to cries as this flavor ne’er comes my way;
Plead, plead away, Freya, impart your wishes,
Times rule: finite enjoyment of tastes delicious,
Writhe your body lithe; beautiful image;
Forgive desires for soaked fires burning vivid
Clouds and seas to be reduced, rendered
As I implant memories of flavors vivid
That I cannot forget as our ties are severed;
I hear you, Freya- silence, not rude gimmicks
To demands to seize and complete our mission;
I would if I could, Freya
But I am not finished.


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There's more like this and other genres on my facebook page and will be featured in my upcoming collection, the Peach Tree, if I can even get a publishers attention.