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Ancient Lover byJanet Caldwell
Poetry /Erotic /Fantasy / Myth

It is said we make love with our minds rather than our bodies. Here the poet leves her body behind and conducts the whole act in her mind, accompanied through the various sex acts of her dream by her fantasy Ancient Lover who comes to her from the sea. A very significant mythical reference and a touch of Salvador Dali style symbolism here in this very ereotic poem.

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  • Ancient Lover

    Part I
    I found myself dreaming, floating,
    A green sea surrounding me,
    waves crashing, foam splashing;
    incredible, lovely, lovely dream.

    Swimming through the channel
    of love so deep, colours without name,
    silky objects so provocative.
    Meaty, taunting, teasing so easily.

    Whirlpools with a thousand
    tiny fingers take me with might,
    moving me on a wave of ecstasy,
    hurling me through worlds known

    and unknown, yet all faces seen.
    Ancient lover, greatest passion,
    my love without question
    reaches for me...

    Part II

    His hands so fmiliar
    make my rubies hard,
    my flower of nirvana
    is his greatest reward.

    Slowly, deliberately
    he peels my every petal,
    tasting and licking my vine.
    A sea flower, so tasty am I.

    Full of colour and sustenance
    of the loving kind, I am lost
    in this erotic sea, I don't want
    to ever wake up...

    Seven times he took me extreme...
    Far to the other side, swimming laps
    through his columns, I couldn't get

    For a thousand years
    he has been in my dreams.
    And he took me once again
    to a place that he's shown me.
    I see that my ancient lover is coming
    home from the turbulent sea.


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