Within their world

They undress in silence

each knowing that the most

sacred rituals should be

performed naked.

As they played and kissed, they felt

the world recede, leaving them alone

in their intimate paradise, before the

fire and the moon.

Their play were both intemperate

and incautious, plumbing the depths

of joy and freedom until at last she

threw herself with quivering abandon

into his arms. Enfolding her in his 

arms she felt a heady bond of 

trust and lust.

Closing her eyes, she knew it

would be impossible to feel 

happier than she did at 

this moment.

They needed no words, yet

the longing to touch was like

a hunger in the blood.

She began to whisper his

name with heart-scalding

hunger. . . Setting his mouth

against her throat, so that

she would not stop saying

his name.

He ran his fingertips along

the valley between her breasts,

down to her navel, then dipping

them between her legs touching

the very core of her center.

He lifts his scolded fingers to

her mouth; “taste" he insists.

Then watching him dip his fingers 

back into her fire with slumbering

eyes as he sucks her honeyed

essence from his finger tips,

before her..

Yemanja