Clare McWilliams

Rookie - 6 Points (05/05/1977 / Bangor, Northern Ireland)

A Love Libation - Poem by Clare McWilliams

Soft and warm within the snug of a freshly washed quilt.
A hand moves- the covers tilt.
Tender fingertips sweep delicate scented flesh.
Dream and reality begin to mesh.
Eyes close for imagination titilation.
This is not Stock Rotation..
It's a Love Libation...

Gooseflesh stirs to join the body rock,
Breathing deepens whilst the outside world I block.
Inner yearnings awakened to potential bliss..
Just as they would to a mornings slow kiss.
I'm thinking that this can bear no relation
To the male incantation...
For this is a Love Libation..

Grip grows stronger on this eager writhing being,
Who knows what under my eyelids I'm seeing.
The flower blooms- the nectar starts to flow,
From the river within- and the eddies grow
Spinning and Skipping-
Electric tantilisation.
This is a Love Libation..
Not a man celebration.

Delving deep- and lost in wonder,
A gasp for breath before going under
The curl; In order to rise to the crest.
A private fantasy- at last confessed.
Frozen in time for an intimate momento,
Listen to the power of the bodys' crescendo.
A moan escapes from the euphonic noise
Inside this body- fighting normal poise.
Pushing and pulling- senses to the limits
Loss of unimportant minutes..
Love radiation enveloping physical form
Energy Malestrom- Perfect Thunderstorm.
Mind and body meet in one ultimate flash..
Of blinding heaven- STATIC CLASH.

Slumped in a heap,
Landing on reality.
With a sly sultry grin
Defying her fatality.
A guilty pleasure not normally revealed.
Do I or don't I?
My lips no longer sealed.
Drunk in the warmth,
Bathed in a cup of Elation..
Intoxicated fully by a Love Libation.


Comments about A Love Libation by Clare McWilliams

  • Martin O'Neill (2/11/2012 8:33:00 PM)


    I almost feel as if commenting on this marks me as a voyeur - or is my Catholic upbringing (hack, spit) showing through in a residuum of guilt at witnessing anything delicious? For that is what this is - delicious. Great writing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 23, 2011


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