Monday, September 27, 2010

In Honor of the Harvest… Romancing the Vine

He stands before her
She is naked
Innocent
Fresh
Exposed
Vulnerable
All life and limbs
She quivers
Feeling his hot breath on her bare extremities
Cutting the chill of the biting morning air


He stands before her
Coaxing from her
Gentle beauty
Development
Growth
Potential
All the promise of the future

He savors each moment with her
As if it’s their last
He’s tender
Gentle
Caring
Nurturing
Cultivating
He loves her
Sees things in her no other sees


He persuades her
Tugs on her
Pulls on her
Supports her
Tucks her in
Moves her where he wants her to be
She surrenders to his will
Lets him guide her

He stands before her
His strong and agile hands
So dirty
Fondling her
Flesh
Fruit
She submits
She succumbs


He stands before her
Charming her
Encouraging her
To finish
Pick
Pluck
He casts her off
To be savored by others

She stands alone
Stripped
Bare
Crushed
Squeezed
Squashed
Thinking only of him
He who allowed her to be

She retreats into herself
Quiet
Dormant
Still
She wonders if he even remembers
Knowing he thinks about the next
As she prepares to give all of herself
To her love
To him
Again.


5 comments:

  1. So, yeah - yet again another stunning piece. This needs to be published (and not just on the web). Fantastic work, Miss Belgard.

    Josh
    DrinkNectar

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  2. Thank you both, that means a great deal to me.

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  3. great writing. so sad to have discovered you as you are going on hiatus. wishing you all the best!

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  4. Wow! The plane jumped another 5,000 feet as I read this - stratospheric prose :-)
    In vino veritas ad arcus pluvius

    Bill

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