The Quickening

My Lord, thou hast bewitched me
With pervasive, aching bliss
I reach for you, I crave thy touch
Sweet yearning for thine kiss

The feminine, awakened
By thine ancient, primal call
Finds herself illuminated
Quickened, longing to give all

A merging of our energies
Imbued with light and song
Your resonance, it penetrates
This Lady’s deepest walls

She surrenders to thine power
Pulsing, fusing with her core
Never to be torn asunder
Joined as one, forevermore

Lady Jennith Lynn 3/17/12

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