3rd Place Winner in the Sex & Adventure Writing Contest

Genius Loci

I walk a road of the flesh made from
a lightning-strike of devotion
by a single, recurrent, searing vision:
you beneath me, eyes half-closed in
glittering crescents, hair across your face,
the inarticulate song of love pushing
itself from our lips, and my body
kicked back to life against all odds.

So I invoke you into my bed, into
the circle of my arms, all my senses open,
flesh and spirit aware to the last nerve.
You lave me with a tongue like rainwater,
stroke fiery flowers to burst from
my dark furrows, wringing from me
all those reverberating cries that echo
like nine o’clock church bells
tolling deep throughout a quiet forest.

You are an ignition switch for my cunt,
that hot green gaze taking me in one
amused glance from distracted concern
to sudden wetness, until wantonly,
I’m sucking you so hard you curse,
yanking and twisting the sheets,
calling my name and telling me
never to stop, damn it, don't stop
.
I will myself into your sphere of being,
touching you across worlds, hearing
your moans under the creak and rustle
of the antique four-poster bed beneath us.
You plunge, rock and force me awake,
opening, everything in me exposed
to the sun of your delight, and now
I am alive again, springtime exploding
in flowers of intoxication, shedding
petal upon petal as you writhe for me.
I watch your face when you do,
when you come crazy and snarling for me,
and it’s a prayer and the answer all at once.

And this is the story of how I begin
to remember a lush shared country
and you, the wild spirit inhabiting it,
whose hunger I cannot hope to escape.
Now I can see this beloved land,
this ocean of desire, this forest thick
with seduction and raw beauty, everything
in the space between my own psyche
and your slowing, hot breath that warms
that fragile expanse of skin over my heart.

©2008 by Elizabeth Vongvisith

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Elizabeth Vongvisith writes poetry and lives in New England, whose long, dark winters provide ample opportunity for heating things up. Her erotic poetry can often be found in the Clean Sheets Poetry archives.