Fiona

Her hair is naked
for me one body
I lay, inside her sweet yoni
inside her sweet soul
I am enraptured
for the delights enjoyed
in this timespan have opened me
We smell of good cooking
nothing is forced, but limber
sucked with the great mouth
of a world goddess
we made the best love
on the planet that night
her extended massive orgasm
moaned on for minutes
as I continued thrusting
as the fires burned in the London riots
My goddess lies sleeping
as I make a tantric mandala
Contained within my Universal soul-body
the symbols of my art.
Ever graceful as deer
we have not yet emerged
from the early throes of love