The First Bloom

You wonder why, my love These memories flitter in the hallways of my mind Knocking on the door of every room Where I’ve hung Do not Disturb Signs For I don’t want to remember you My Paradise Lost and yet…. Oh, you wonder why, my love I still rise to open the door Why I fling them open wide When each memory comes calling Why I let them come inside And sit here at my table While I play the gracious host As I listen to each memory repeat The love story I love most... You wonder why, my darling I sit in rapt attention Dabbing at a tear While I smile A sweet smile of remembrance As one by one They kiss my cheek in greeting They all sit around me Each one vying for my attention These sweet memory guests Are there to make sure The visions are ever fresh And so one runs his fingers through my hair I close my eyes Giving in to his ministration But he couples it with kisses on my nape To keep me awake For he remembers the times When your fingers playing with my hair Would entice my eyelids to close So the kisses he keeps coming Preparing me For what is to come... The other memory holds my hand Caressing tenderly Making love to my fingers with his own Intertwining and releasing Whispering in my ear In husky whispers of love And I melt I melt At the resonance of his voice The memory of enticement The Prelude I gaze down to look into the eyes Of the memory guest sitting at my feet I see there the devotion Of someone at a shrine As he looks up into my eyes His hands on either side of me His palms caressing my legs Kissing as he goes along…. They are preparing me For the memory that has been waiting at the door He watches intently My favorite memory There just inside the room of my mind Of my wildest fantasies He has been here before He has been here often What nights those were What days When he would ravish me Till I could hardly breathe Fatigued and spent In the aftermath of his Love storm Now he stands And though I try to rise To close the door I’m held back by the others Whispering all around me "Let him in Let him come in." A smile plays on his lips As he sees me weaken His devouring eyes take in my form I feel the heat of his gaze As his eyes feast on me In my revelry of love And at his signal The other memories quietly leave I look at him shyly As he draws the filmy dream curtains tight Blocking out the light of reality Blocking out everything but his entity He walks over to me Stopping to light scented candles Stopping to make me feel His close proximity He is near He looks down at me Claiming me before even one touch "I’ve come my passion flower I’ve come again to make you bloom Like that first time That first time You opened up to me." And then he is here kneeling at my feet Undressing me His breath hot on my breast His hands gently probing His mouth tasting His tongue teasing His fingers...pleasing "You are altogether beautiful" He whispers And I can only sigh As the memory of that first bloom Comes alive in my mind And he takes me again Takes me Like that first time When I discovered What it means To find release Quivering on the edge of Eternity Suspended in time As I give in And let the streams flow Falling free Falling Like the tears that fall Glistening on my rosy cheeks And as I lay spent in the silence Of my own dark and dreary room Savoring the fragrance of my memory My memory of you My first sensual dawn My first taste of the heady mix Of pleasure and pain I know I must rise To close the door of my mind again This time I will lock it This time, I will throw away the key But the memory of that first bloom Will find a way To visit me again…. Oh, my love For I cannot forget you And that very first time You made me... ***BLOOM*** Eileen Manassian