We bimble on our mortal coil,

mere saplings buffeted by ideas

that are rarely our own,

with scaffolding built around our hearts.

Imprisoned by expectation,

and straightjacketing that which simply

will not do.

From within my fettered mind, she drew me in

with eyes like rivers -

freedom, at her command,

beckoning towards the soft lights

of those places where we are unbound.

My shackles faded

and Goddess, did I fall;

sinking into her depths,

tasting, touching, aflame with passion.

The cool air shuddering with our voices

in vibrato crescendo!

Only to float gently down.

And we lay tangled,

engulfed in a gossamer haze of bliss,

damp, triumphant and so utterly sated.

We whispered of heated desires;

of the bittersweet wasted years;

of finding each other, finally.

Who would have believed that something so long-denied

could be as sweet

as strawberries and cream?