With movements unhurried I slip away from the feast
That was laid out upon the banquet of her thighs.
The promised gift writhes slowly, as her breasts heave and fall.
The pace of our hearts still beat in unison;
And the remnants of my touch, my tongue,
My tide of need adorn my glistening prize.
My eyes stay focused to watch and drink deeply
Of the flagon that was filled with her passionate cries,
Drawn again and again from aching, arching everflows.
The fading moans of release and relief
Die upon her lips now curled into a smile,
As a flicker or movement from the wall pulls my eyes.
My head turns towards it. Black and cold
Is the polished metal disk in an iron frame.
I peer, I stare, as the shape fades to view
And the beast of her dreams with wicked grin smiles.
It’s eyes, my eyes, stare back at me. Blank.
It presses Its will to take. To control. To hold.
I see It. I reach for It as It reaches out
From the mirror towards me with claws.
I see It. I know It. I take It’s hand
To hold It. Embrace It. To fear It no more.
I see It. I name It. I let It go free.
The beast in the mirror no longer. Just me.
I turn again and look to the table
Where lay before me beauty unbound.
Quickly I take within these arms the joyous gift.
Redemption revealed. Released. Reborn.
With gentle gesture and tender touch I wrap her. Embrace her.
With tears of crystal gratitude I cradle her head in a pillow of kisses.