She prepared herself for him
Lovingly
In the bath
Her long legs shaved
Smooth
From her ankles
To the satin of her thighs
Even her most sacred place
Her hair was done
Perfume applied
Her mouth, her hands
Her body
Were to be her offering
Which she would open to him
Not only a tender gift
But electric
As every fantasy he had ever had
And more
He
Ready as the Stag
Like some Year King
At the end of his confinement
Aching with longing
Burning and blind
With desire
Yet,
When the time came
– He with Her –
She did not give her body
Scented, smooth and eager
After all
She gave instead
An insight
Into the steadfastness
Of her love
For herself
Holding a promise of something
Far greater
Than the electric moments
Forgone this day
Instead she gave him
The absolute knowledge
Of future days
Spent
Not only quivering
Amid a Tantric fire
But of Eternity spent
With her
In the Ecstasy
At the Heart of the Sun
Of Her Love
