Lest the mists of time
Should assail our memories,
Of the best night of my life.
My friend, my Goddess,
My delight, my teacher.
My Nubian Princess,
And from tonight, finally,
On the day that we are joined as one,
My lover.
Three moons I have waited.
Three moons worth of confusion,
Uncertainty and dawning realisation
Of who I really am,
And who I can aspire to be
At your side.
A discovery of myself
That I never thought I would make.
A discovery that I know now
That I had fought
For all these years
Until our eyes met.
You, more versed in
Sapphic love than I,
Recognised a kindred spirit
To be coaxed into the light.
Tonight as we left our
Fellow celebrants behind,
To dance away the remains of the day,
I trembled in anticipation
And not a little trepidation.
Am I truly worthy?
You took my hand and looked in my eyes,
And smiled a smile that melted my very heart.
'I know you are scared', you said,
With calm and love,
'But from now it is just us.
You and I.
Ssh, close your eyes and trust me.'
How could I not obey?
You are my Goddess,
And now, and for ever,
You are my life.
Was that a hint of mischief
Flickering across your smile
I caught as I closed my eyes?
You led me through the first chamber,
'Not yet,'
And hence into Paradise.
My heels click clicked on tiled floor.
Flickers through my eyelids hinted,
Warm spicy aromas inhaled in delight.
The heavenly sitar we both love,
The terpsichorean muse.
I couldn't suppress a giggle of nerves.
'You may open them now.'
Surrounded on all sides by
Myriad candles, glinting in mirror after mirror,
Creating a central area of light,
In which there stood ....
A sharp intake of breath
As I see a childhood dream come true.
I hear you smile behind me.
There in front of me -
A real double sized enamel coated
Roll-top bath.
Filled to the brim with steaming water,
Upon which floated red flowers.
A tear runs down my cheek,
To be brushed away before you see.
I turn to face you,
Hands pressed together in supplication,
And bow my head in deepest thanks.
You giggle and cover your mouth with your hands.
Your eyes sparkle.
I smile and feel the magic
Of hot blood running to my secret place.
I blush. You catch me.
I see a blush of reply
Through the ebony.
'How did you ....' I asked.
'Let that be my secret,'
You replied before coyly inviting,
'Shall we?'
As my hand moved behind to unzip
The white satin gown
Your movement and voice brought me to a halt.
'No,' you said. 'Please,'
You beseeched. 'Allow me.'
My heart skipped.
I turned to your attention.
You advanced, and slowly,
Seductively, unzipped.
My breath held,
I felt your hotness on my nape;
It sent a shiver
Of anticipation -
A promise of intimacy.
I closed my eyes and bit my lip.
Stepping out of my wedding dress,
Only Victorias Secrets and Jimmy Choos left,
I felt alive.
Satin and heels,
You removed the rest, slowly,
Exposing me to you for the very first time.
I stood, arms and legs spread slightly,
For you to examine me - because
I want you to know me.
You smile, delight and lust combined.
Every muscle, every freckle,
Every hair, public and private,
Trimmed or shaven, just for you.
Every inch, every tattoo, every....
You traced that scar with your finger.
The one from the day we met.
Your eyes lifted to mine,
Showing such pain
At the memory. I never meant ..
'was that.....' you start to ask in a small voice.
'Yes' I replied, calmly, as if it was nothing,
'But don't worry - it's healing.'
'does it still .....' you ask, voice cracking.
'Hurt?' I finish for you.
'No - only when it rains.'
You caught my lie, but knowing why,
Let it go.
You let it go.
You paused just a beat,
Before requesting,
'Would you be so kind as to
Help me from my garments?'
Such grace. Such beauty.
Such class.
Such promise in your eyes.
'Nothing would give me greater pleasure,'
I said solemnly.
You laughed at me heartily and replied lustily,
'I plan to make that your second lie.'
I blushed all over, and laughed in return.
Slowly and carefully I disrobed you,
Folding and carrying your beautiful,
Multi-hued silken attire,
To place atop my own.
I tried not to rush, but my fingers
Were nervous and clumsy
Compared to yours.
Bless you for pretending
Not to notice.
Having finally placed your
Moist white cotton panties
I turn to see you, arms spread wide,
Legs spread slightly,
Surrendering yourself.
Returning the invite to me to survey.
My first look.
And Heavenly choirs sang
Hallelujah!
You are everything I hoped for
And so much more.
Your face that I have loved
Since the instant I saw
Your liquid brown eyes
Beckoning my very spirit,
Reflecting my own lust,
Your broad nose and high cheeks
And the most kissable lips
I have ever seen, let alone known.
I will never get bored, my love,
Of kissing those lips,
And I have sat in the dark of night
Longing, aching, for those lips
To kiss me but once.
Sometimes, it appears, our prayers can be answered.
Your long black straightened hair,
That gleams in the dim light,
Your frame tall and lean,
Your skin tones luxuriant and edible
From dark 80 Percent to chilli chocolate.
Already I name the colours in my head
For when I get the chance
To capture you for eternity
On canvas.
Vandyke, burnt umber.....
Your breasts high and pert,
Ready for my touch, blushed,
Aching perhaps for that touch.
I feel my own nipples respond.
Your flat soft womanly stomach,
Downy soft fine hair.
Your long athletic limbs,
Ready to enwrap, perhaps to squeeze.
Your mound, au naturel,
Coarse, curly forest to explore and get happily lost in,
Touches of pink sex barely visible.
You notice my look and smile.
'Do not worry,' you said,
'my tribe are not barbaric.'
I smiled, thankful, as I caught your meaning.
Bikini line lighter tones continue round
To the sweetest little ass I've
Ever seen. I smile.
Your smell, like the first rains,
Intoxicating and heaven sent.
You are perfection.
Nothing less - and I
A mere mortal, chosen by my Goddess.
I cannot believe my good fortune,
I have to pinch myself to ensure
That I'm not dreaming.
Though even my dreams
On their very best nights
Could not compete with thee my love.
Your black eyes, seductive but
Not arrogant, awaiting my nod.
Showing me that it is not only I
Who have these wedding night nerves.
You bit your bottom lip under my gaze.
Sexy as all hell.
I held your beautiful face in my hands,
And kissed you, feeling fires
Of differing colours burn in me
As you return the passion.
I couldn't wait.
I took your hands to take you to bed,
But you laughed and stood your ground.
'No - first we must cleanse. Bathe.'
'But...' you put a finger to my lips.
'No buts. No rush.
'We have from now until forever.'
You turned me back.
Playfully chastened.
Hand in hand we stepped,
Into the luxurious oiled bath waters,
Sending rainbows into the candle-lit air,
And waterfalls cascading over tiles
To wash down to the sea.
I sighed in bliss as the hot water
Penetrated every pore,
Cleansing by it's heat.
'Come here and I will wash you,'
You said, and I came,
To sit between your thighs.
As I rubbed your feet,
Your legs wrapped around me,
You bathed me from head to hips,
Teasing, but not stopping on my nipples,
'Later,' you whispered as I moaned,
Enjoying being in command.
And I had thought it impossible
For them to get harder.
When it was my turn
To repay the favour,
And wash you,
I made sure not to tease,
But to play, caress, squeeze.
My first time with a woman -
Your moan-sigh making me feel
That I couldn't hold back any longer.
You must have sensed because
That was when you stood up,
And changed ends again.
Sitting opposite,
As you massaged my feet
In the rose petalled waters
The heat radiated from between my legs
To suffuse my being with love,
A feeling of calm and peace
That I had never known.
That I had never known possible.
My feet and ankles kneaded, leading
To my knees and thighs.
One intimate touch sending electric storms
Through my brain.
But you moved away as I jolted upright;
My sharp, shallow breaths deepened again.