Strawberries and Cream

We bimble on our mortal coil,
mere saplings buffeted by ideas not our own,
with scaffolding built around our hearts.
Imprisoned by expectation,
and straightjacketing that which
simply will not do.

From within my fettered mind, she drew me in
with eyes like rivers -
freedom, at her command,
beckoning towards the soft lights
of those places where we are unbound.
My shackles faded
and Goddess, did I fall;
sinking into her depths,
tasting, touching, aflame with passion.
The cool air shuddering with our voices
in vibrato crescendo!
Only to float gently down.

And we lay tangled,
engulfed in a gossamer haze of bliss,
damp, triumphant and so utterly sated.
We whispered of heated desires;
of the bittersweet wasted years;
of finding each other, finally.

Who would have believed that something so long-denied
could be as sweet
as strawberries and cream?