The River & The Sun Poem by Dean Meredith

She is from and of water
Her thoughts are a stream
When she is filled
She reaches out and touches
She divides and conquers
She is the water of Cleopatra
Old as the dawn
Fresh as youth dew
She flows like a melody
Saturating the senses
And she gives everything
Down to her last drop
And her lord loves her
For all that she is
Her graceful beauty
Her magic sparkle
Even her brooding darkness
The way she bathes in herself
Calmly reflecting his golden gaze
She is aware of his powers
Yet shows not a ripple
She is cool as the night
But touched by his warmth
Feeling it gently flow through her
And when she stretches
Laying naked before him
Her skin shimmers
And her depths dazzle
Her jewels are blinding
And he is a lustful king
He would have her only for him
She is flattered and seduced
By his majestic devotion
And his eye only for her
As he slowly takes her
She knows his desire
She stirs and surges
He lifts her like a misty veil
And carries his virgin bride
Across his reaping threshold
And she anoints him
With exquisite perfumed oils
And she is purely spent
He is humbled by her
And they are a dream
When they wake
He is a thief
And she is wiser