The Awakening

Saturated by feelings
Of tender remorse
She waits patiently
By the grave
Of her recently departed husband
The sadness is not for him
But more for herself
That she never confessed her feelings
And stayed in a passionless marriage
She glances down at her wrist
Her watch signaling the new hour
A few minutes go by, painfully
Despairingly, she gets up to leave
Close to the cemetery gates
She sees him
The one she has lusted after
For so long
Her eyes reveal her visual fornication
And adulterous ideations
But she is safe now
He is six feet under
Her thoughts belong to her now
And her alone
Never to belong to another
But this one night
She shall truly live
Overcome with her lust
For this man, her sexual savior
The moment of atonement is upon her
Taking his arm, he leads her
To a secluded spot beneath the moon
Its light their only voyeur
So many years spent
Waiting only for this one moment in time
She gazes so deeply into his eyes
As if they were the only thing sustaining her
And, in a sense, they were
Languid deliberations to herself
Over whether she'd ever go through with it
Now sated by his gentle countenance
The eyes still captivating her
Not wanting to move
As if doing so would break the spell
He takes the initiation
Inviting her to sit and recline against the earth
She acquiesces his offer
Sitting beside her, he taps into her mind
Understanding and sympathizing
With her undoubtable trepidations
Taking her hand into his
He calms her instantly
Her heartbeat returns to normal
But not for long
The passion of lonely years
Takes over him
And, pressing his lips against hers,
The past becomes a relic
Tongues dancing the waltz
That every lover recognizes
And shyness now dissipated
Grabbing his hair in her trembling hands
She pulls him close to her now palpitation heart
For a moment, they stare intently at each other
With sweet adoration
Until the lust manifests itself once again
His hands reach behind her
Dragging the zipper of her dress
All the way down
Removing her feminine undergarments
She sits before him, naked
Clad only with a nervous smile
Knowing that she has never experienced
The undeniable right to female bliss
He wishes to initiate the process
He lays her back, and spreads her legs
Kissing her passionately
Before making his journey
To the land of the forbidden
Her chest solicits kisses of its own
Ever loyal, he obeys the command
Each breast teased with sweet ardor
Planting a few pecks on her stomach
He finally arrives at his destination
With desire and lust in his eyes
He stares between her spread legs
Licking his lips with anticipation
Crawling on his stomach
His face inches away from her steaming womanhood
He grabs her legs, throwing them over his shoulders
His tongue licks the outer lips gingerly
As an initial moan of ecstasy escapes her lips
Her wiry fingers grasp the blanket on which she is laying
Bracing herself for a monumental culmination
His tongue darting in and out of her
Swirling around, tasting the sweet nectar
Inhaling her delicious fragrance
Until the peak of control is reached
And a mist of heavenly proportions
Becomes the wonderful rain on his face
Solid with even greater desire
He strips down to nothing
And instantly drives his masculinity
Into her tight wetness
Their moans are simultaneous
As he thrusts deeper and deeper
Wanting more equality
She rolls over, onto her knees
Asking him to enter her from behind
Never doubtful, he obeys
Hands still clenching the blanket
She lifts her bottom up in the air
As his hands grab her hips
Allowing him deeper penetration
As his manhood explores the wet orifice
Throwing her on her back
And taking his hardness in his hand
He spews his orgasm onto her heaving chest
After cleaning up, he smiles at her
And now, she is finally alive