everMore

Walks He , deliberately
into the meandering corridors of her mind.
Slowly and watchfully marking His wants
Here be a little corner,
there another terrace,
she opens like a flower,
He sups
delicately,
then ravenously,

she glows as he does,
her offering
a frenzy
that creates more,
His feeding
a storm that ignites her
very soul

drawn again
and anon
thence to re-surrect,

she will fill His cup
again and again,
that dark liquid ,
that light in her eyes.

Shimmering , coalescing
brimming again
He Takes
fleshes His desires
evermore