mystical storm

Mystical Storm

 

In the distance
I hear thunder
rolling
lying back on my bed
quietly
a raven
sitting outside my window
and a voice...
it speaks to me
The rain starts
showers
turning into downpour
the thunder becomes louder
and I'm so drawn
to your caw
watching you
with a curious eye
doing what you do

it takes all my willpower
not to approach.
the storm is raging
outside
while the fire within
is overtaking me
what are you doing to me?
this is a subject
we need to broach
I say no
the raven says YES
I say no
the raven says YESSS
no
YESS
no
Yess

Soon enough
my resilience weakens
I say yes
Yess
I walk over to you
and kiss you
eyes closed
lightning flashes
lighting up the room
I see your form
you speak to me..

'do not fear me
I bring magic to you
your fear is of your inner self
I will give you courage
to experience
your awakening
in native teachings
black means anything but evil
it is the doorway to answers
the unknown
and your spiritual self
Never go beyond
what you are prepared for
I came to you
because you are ready'

Amidst the thunder
the lightning
and pouring rain
Raven
showed me
how to love again
She would not be rushed.
I was her canvas
she was the brush
painting strokes of pleasure
on every inch of me.
She was a master of magic

Creating a work of art
studying me
at every angle
the swell of my breasts
the rigidness of my clit
she breathed life into me
in the darkness

 
A shadow cast
on our bodies
were our only light
she kissed me with the force
and passion I never knew

My lips finally parted 
as she pulled me closer
causing me
to gasp for air
One giant bolt of lightning
flashed across the midnight sky

I now belonged to her