Waiting for her marital consummation.
In the foreplay of the beloved
Held in the lustful embrace,
She begins to get ready for the fullness of union.
She may have known bliss earlier
But not the bounty of her own womb
That is now willing to bless and be blessed in return.
That sudden exposure to the erotica of an expression of divine lust
Makes her willing to offer fully
The gifts she has kept hidden long for her chosen man..
Amidst the drooling moans of pleasure,
She knows the moment is at its rapturous explosion.
Yet she delays this sacred maithuna
And pretends to be coy and inviting.
There is just too much arousal in the pellets of sweat on her shiny skin
And the tinkling jingles of her anklets and bangles
Seem to offer her pure virginity to her lover.
There is an exclusion that she has chosen to keep hidden
Beneath the layers of her sane self..
“That wild wild woman who orgasms too long and too much”
Is she ready to unleash this on her lover
Who can hold her steady and safe
While she discovers her own bounty?
Lust is not a new emotion
And yet she now knows it deeply now.
In that stolen kiss And the unveiling of her Marvels.
She knows she has been bequeathed formally
To blossom into an orgasmic woman
She always has been…