“Sleeping Beauty” by Jöseph Lee Foster-Shumpert-Lear, 1997
Published 2 July 2005 :: Poetry
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Clouds gather
Darkening a sunless sky
Birds flutter
Joining the harmonious pursuit
For he who would capture her heart
Setting her free
From the crystal
Which held her
For an eternity of loneliness and sorrow
A rose in hand
A man will travel
To the place
Where animals crawl
To the place
Where no man will traverse
Thunder sounds
Scaring up the wind
Causing me to shutter
And my rose to fall
Tears of pain and sorrow fall
As I hold her in my hand
Removed her from her captivity
I have
But opened her heart
I have not
Am I the one
She could truly love
Or just an image
Of happiness to come
Am I her gift
The prize for her eternity of slumber
Or just the beginning
Of the end
Upon her crystal bed I place her
Giving care to her every detail
As my hand I slide
Up her skirts
Releasing her center
From its clothed domain
Next to her body I sit
As her silken gown
I remove and toss aside
A kiss I place
Upon her open mouth
Sliding my tongue
Through her loosely clasped lips
While caressing her breasts
And suckling her nipples
Until they harden
With arousal
A sleep filled moan
I hear
As her legs I part
Parting as well her nether region
With my fingers
And teasing her ever so gently
With my tongue
Lightening flashes
As my mask I shed
And slowly enter her
Feeling her nectar
Guide my way
Over and Over
Until again she moans
Her breasts I take
Biting lightly
Upon each nipple
Suckling away
The dust from that day
A climax I take
Slightly releasing her
But kissing her still
My eyes I close
Upon the storm around
Only to open them again
Upon two beautiful brown eyes
Paled gray with care
And deep with sleep
Mounting me slowly
This stage she renews
And the thunder rolls
