Title: Journey To The Centre

Author: Barbara A Taylor

Email: bataylor@nor.com.au

bio: Barbara has published prose and poetry. She is a regular reader/performer at Stand Up Poets’ Nights and her aspirations are to make an audio cd of her poetry.

Samples can be heard at http://batsword.tripod.com

Barbara lives in the Rainbow Region of NSW, Australia

Sound File

Journey To The Centre

In voluptuous valleys I have searched
to find your holy forest,
snooping in every crevice,
grovelling in mossy gullies,
no tunnels unentered
in this exotic exploration,
until now
you are
a rainforest

dripping and steaming,
and my arid desert
blooms again.
And all in fantasy
we cuddle close,
our female shapes clamped,
fitting snugly like
last pieces in a jigsaw.
I cross my legs,
strive to hold the throbbing,
to capture and conceal
the true nature of my appetite.
I smell the rose:
that bud I cut this morning;
please come, convulse with me
for I think
how perfectly exquisite
each fold of pink petals
represents the delicate yoni,
coaxing me to smell and taste
to seek and enter every cleft
and untouched cranny
of your female vulnerability.

Found: our mutual rhythm
from silent adagio
to waltz
to tango
to whirling
twirling
dervish,
racing, covering each other
with breathless licks,
and dexterous hands, fumbling
together we will find the centre,
that famous hot spot.

This is my life’s lesson:
to learn this new sacred land,
to glorify its female beauty,
to stand on the pinnacle
let myself be swallowed up
by the juices of a stunning Goddess.
But in sad truth
the only hands
that tease and trace
with gentle fingerings

up over bare legs,
around my buttocks,
to this pulsating mound,
are those that are smooth
like polished skin,
caresses of
an invisible
woman.

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©barbaraataylor2000