The Midnight Visitor Poem by John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

I stood over her luscious form

Bathed by the cool glare of the Crying moon as

The Ancient Mother pretended to sleep but watched as she slept

Listened to her slow breathing and

Watched her twin mountains
Rise and fall underneath her white silken sheets

I knew
She did not know that I was there

For
She slept so innocently and soundly

That mysterious lover of mine
With the long crow black hair

Slowly I eased back the silken modesty protector

Gorged my hungry eyes on her sensual body
And witnessed once more

How
She was so beautiful under Mother Moon
The Ancient One

As she laid bathed in the pastel moonlight

Naked as the day she was born
And stepped into the light

I knew why I waited so long
To touch her

Fear she'd run
But courage was with me that night

Tentatively
I leaned over her majestic mountain peaks

And ran my soft tongue across her luscious lips
For a sweet taste of her soul

Her eyes
Even though closed

Fluttered and she muttered something so low
It was hardly audible

It was then
I knew
In that instant

I could cross
The hidden boundaries between us

From my world to hers in the physical

Because tonight everything was metaphysical

For with Mother Moons pagan blessings
Anything now was possible

I reached down and drew a heart shape

Upon her soft cheek
Then bent low and introduced

My luscious lips
To her mountain peaks as
Her breathing increased in tempo

I knew what I had to do
Before
The Ancient One
Bade me go

I ran my hard fingertips from the soft nape

Of her seductive neck to her ankle and back again and

As a faint aroma of
Almonds
Appeared from nowhere

As I looked down at her
My living breathing book

Filled with so many
Stories music and poetry

I silently thanked the Almighty

For answering all my nightly prayers

Running my tongue over my lips
As lightly as I could

I tasted ambrosia
So delicious

It made me feel so
Eager and amorous

I kept my eyes upon her face
My warrior princess with the long crow black hair

As I trailed my index finger as light as a feather across her hips

A groan of pleasure escaped her throat and crimson red lips

I marked her forehead in the sign of the cross

With wax from my white candle
I always carry

The Joining of Spirits potion
Given to me by Her

Who lives in a mysterious hut
Hidden from all

But the true seekers
Across the Pacific's many deep oceans

I smiled in the darkness of the room

As I knew when she awoke
I would be with her forevermore

No longer dreaming for this is now real

I reached down and held her hand and
Drew

The sign of the cross in wax
On her soft skin
As I kissed her hard

I tasted sweet heaven and knowing that my Mark connected us deeper still

I knew she would always return
To me

In the longing hours
Even going against her own will

I watched her breathe me in deeply
As I seduced her mouth and

With a deep sigh
She started to cry

Don't go

She whispered in my ear as
Her eyes suddenly opened

But Mother Moon had called me home
From that bedroom

And all I could do was savor Her taste
Her ambrosia

Knowing I would return and all

Her curves and desires
I will be granted the time I
Need
To truly consume

That was yesterday
I just left her with a simple line

I WILL RETURN



Copyright John Duffy