Ekphrassis 7 (Clairin)

At last, we have calm waters and clear skies.  What a sight that blesses my eyes as I step out to the balcony.  My love, you radiate even in the shade as you skinny dip in the tickling freshness of the bay air.  I can feel your serenity and contentment, your celebration of freedom in nakedness.  What a beautiful thing is a sunny day where the moon also shines.

I will come up behind you, flank you in my arms, and deeply breathe the scent of your hair.  You will feel me against you.  You will know it is me—if not at first, then as soon as my hand grazes across your bare bottom.  My touch will warm and moisten you.  And, at the instant of contact, our minds will synchronize on a thought.  For we both readily know what my caress foreshadows.

We have reached peace with it.  No longer is your desire for it mixed with alarm, nor is your passion tempered by shame.  You've broken your chains.  Now my arms are all that ever bind you.

And soon, we will again express our love in our best way.  Right here on the balcony, I will take my place on my throne and you will come to court.  But it is not a trial, for we both already know the verdict.  Nor must you request, for we both know I'm already committed.  Nor is it role-play, for we are never more our true selves.

My love, I will spank you.  Not punishment, nor even foreplay.  Just because there's no other way we'd rather spend the afternoon.

Photo courtesy of Eye of the Beholder, via Afterbeat, original author unknown.