Ecstasy In Being Alive Poem by Louise Tredoux

You came back this morning, kissing me softly,
so gentle after last night’s wild passion, you just
held me and covered every inch of my face with
feather-soft lips, you whispered I was soft in your
arms, I started to doubt my senses, were you
really here last night, was the wild, passionate
lover who held me down really this kind, gentle
person covering me with his caresses?

Last night you kindled a fire in me, you nearly
devoured me, I thought I was burning up, all
protest was peremptorily stopped, all objection
simply overridden; held down by you I suddenly
caught fire, an electric wire ran down from my
mouth right down to my feet, setting me alight,
you held me so tight and I wanted more of what
I got, you were insatiable and I turned into a

fury exploding all over; your powerful movements
enthralled me devastatingly, I became a new
person, the old timid me died in your arms and
another strong, rosy, loving person arose in her
place; this morning you were so soft and gentle,
whispering sweet words and stroking my cheeks,
staring at me and moving so softly – until your
gyrations drove me wild and I was the one who

turned my passion on you; I desperately wanted
to be in your possession again; I wanted to devour
the mind that brought you to me and inspired your
sweetness and love; I felt the passion building in
your tensing body, the urgency in your voice,
this time I submitted by choice, without coercion,
without force, just ecstasy in being alive and
exploding with you…