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Ancient Lover byJanet Caldwell
Poetry /Erotic /Fantasy / Myth

It is said we make love with our minds rather than our bodies. Here the poet leves her body behind and conducts the whole act in her mind, accompanied through the various sex acts of her dream by her fantasy Ancient Lover who comes to her from the sea. A very significant mythical reference and a touch of Salvador Dali style symbolism here in this very ereotic poem.

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Ancient Lover

Part I
I found myself dreaming, floating,
A green sea surrounding me,
waves crashing, foam splashing;
incredible, lovely, lovely dream.

Swimming through the channel
of love so deep, colours without name,
silky objects so provocative.
Meaty, taunting, teasing so easily.

Whirlpools with a thousand
tiny fingers take me with might,
moving me on a wave of ecstasy,
hurling me through worlds known

and unknown, yet all faces seen.
Ancient lover, greatest passion,
my love without question
reaches for me...

Part II

His hands so fmiliar
make my rubies hard,
my flower of nirvana
is his greatest reward.

Slowly, deliberately
he peels my every petal,
tasting and licking my vine.
A sea flower, so tasty am I.

Full of colour and sustenance
of the loving kind, I am lost
in this erotic sea, I don't want
to ever wake up...

Seven times he took me extreme...
Far to the other side, swimming laps
through his columns, I couldn't get
enough...

For a thousand years
he has been in my dreams.
And he took me once again
to a place that he's shown me.
I see that my ancient lover is coming
home from the turbulent sea.

 

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