Elegy of an Unusual Peak (eBook)

DAY TWO

How on earth do I walk with light

steps like a dancer, toward the

library of my fateful research,

opening all books I can place

my hands on, and write, write?

The moment art has fused with

an explosive start of love.

Love that is bound to expire

but for now creates the essence

to my love of Classical Art

through a woman, the Muse

vehicle for my transportation

that takes me from understanding

Pericles’ haste of constructing

one of the world’s wonders, and

to dig deeper into the essence

of love.

Who loves whom the deeper

Who’s the more passionate?

I call into the sacred hall of bards

and hear answers in Greek

I do not yet understand, but guess

as I float in the mid-morning air

toward my Muses’ hill and her

blue-striped heaven, in the shade

of great artist’s homes, and one

that had been the home to the

greatest of bards, I do not know

yet.

Ana smiles, as I announce myself

rushing toward her, fleet-footed

hands clasping, body’s crushing

in tight-clasping embraces. I love

your eyes and lips, kissing her.

I cannot get enough of Ana’s kisses

her lips are the ones I desire at first,

their soft lines promising sweetness

and their full shape is a kick-start to

the road uphill, above the city, into

the clouds of a bard’s desire, to be

shaped by love not found any

longer. The road to its excellence

hammered by his rhythmic steps

to reach the next layer of seven steps

Ana mentioned, to be in heaven.

Is that true? She gasps, sinking to

her knees in a kissing frenzy, on the

thick-piled Oriental carpet, that

aides the desires to have it all-out

as soon as she lets go of the shiny

brass handle, and the metal-plated

door closes with a click, as to a

prison, but locking-out the nosy

neighbour and the world of vipers

and howling jackals that assemble

each morning at the gate to the

underworld nearby.

IT’S ALL IN YOUR FANTASY

she says looking seriously.

NO! It’s reality, I snap back

the doors to the underworld are

always close-by, as happiness is

a state, no mortal can enjoy for

as long as we have, Ana.

She sighs and takes my shirt off

opening my jean’s waist-button.

I push her soft-top up, feeling her

breasts…how soft they bounce

into my face, burying me in

playful tugging and I smile, how

can I ever stop kissing her?

How can I ever stop tasting her

skin that is like Phidias’ marble,

my Venus of Knidos, I utter and

pull her trousers down to taste

her most delicious flesh, moist

to my touches and kisses.

Indeed, this is Ana Parthenos

and she is a priestess of love.

My fire is her fire, my body

is her body, and I celebrate her

love with my fellating act.

Let’s go to bed, she whispers

closing doors and shutters.

No light will see our naked

bodies, except the rays in blue

and her amber light that emanates

from the hollow between her

books of poetry and the master

bard of modern poetry, but now

she celebrates our second day

in love and she falls over me

with controlled desire, slowly

and in sliding motion:

I love you dear Zenie, she utters

And rubs herself like a spice of

olive and vanilla into my heated

skin, our body odours fuse, bringing

the best out of all perfumes in this

glorious natural scent, surpassing

all the scents…

I fall in love with Ana anew

I love her with intensity, stretching

her out on the French bed, my hand

rubs her breast, her purple disc

the other her desired cunt, I bury

my face into, my nose strokes along

her wetness, touching her clit, AH

she moves and opens her legs wide,

AH, Zenie, come now,

she pulls me up and it’s time to

slide upon her moistened skin

and find my moment of penetration

to be the slowest, most venerated

dipping until now.

The first circling of her cunt: glove

over my cock’s head.

Yes, I freeze and the act of fornication

is sacred, desired, but sanctioned from

the gods.

I feel it over my whole being, rebirth

is a mere moving, pushing and

pulling-act, never stopping though:

I love you Ana, I utter below my

laboured breath, as I move in her

like a shy deer, breaking from the

blue mist, changing into the

rising son of a god, in gilded armour

and I tell her I want her…

She presses the palm of her hand

over my lips that utter love words

in the wake of a cry, but she is first

to utter, having her initial height

she wants me to rise to my climax

but I can’t.

This love is insane, she says and

I want it so much…

Zenie, what will happen to us

lovers?

Nothing, I just love and do not

think what happens; but you’ve

not yet come, she whispers, let

me treat you…

she uses her imagination, her skills

with fingers, lips and tongue, coaxing

me to rise again with her loving and

she wants to ride me and I love it as

a further excitement. Ah, I say, my

time will come to love you still,

how beautiful you are my love,

moving gracefully upon my hard

and throbbing shaft, and Ana’s libido

is raised faster by my murmuring

I see her mouth open and her head

snaps back, coming again, this time

forgetting the witch hovering next

door, listening at the thin wall and

surprise visits of husband or members

of her extensive family, a daughter

coming home anytime; she moves

like a piston up and down and I close

my eyes to enjoy Ana, fondling her

breasts, until she is exhausted…

but you have not come yet, she is

concerned and I ask her to turn

around, her well-defined spinal

grove facing me, pivot slowly

I say, don’t lose my cock from your

pussy, as she does it to perfection.

How exciting, she says, and I ask her

let me move in and out of you from

below and she whispers never before

have I done this, as I concentrate with

a rhythm of push and pull into her, until

I find my sweet spot of friction against

her changed uterus, sliding around her

in conscious circles, and the effort is

no big deal in love, yet lust is

overflowing, making me dance in her

pushing against me in her want, ah Ana

AH…Are you coming? She gasps, her

lower back in the caress of my fingers

spotted with emerging pearls of sweat

will turn me on for her even more

let go, she says, let go the arrow…

now…ah, she sighs, AH, UH…

I join her in our short exclamations

of peaking, we both gyrate, letting our

bodies merge in sweet pain and a final

spurt of juices…AH, ANA YOU CUNT

SWEETEST CUNT…UH…

She cries for the first time this way:

YOU COCK, I LOVE YOUR COCK

IN ME, COME ZENIE, COME…

I shoot out with all I have in me, once

in my entire life I feel free to come in

the greatest orgasm I have known

never before I gasp, but now, but now.

In the blue light, below the water-world

diving into the mysteries of sexual love.

NOW, NOW, OH ANA…

Now is the day of days and the intensity

of our love that burns me into ashes

I will bury in the underworld of tombs

next door.

AH ZENIE, AH…let me lie on you.

She disengages from our piercing clinch

and lies on top of me, grabbing my penis

with her wet pussy and let it slide slowly

out of her vagina, loose, drenched

swimming in the sea of love’s heaven.

Paradise…I say, she gasps and buries

her head in my shoulder.

We rest and sigh, our slower breathing

returns again.

Your heart pounds into mine, she says.

Zenie, my man I love you. I love you

the most of all I ever loved.

I do too Ana, I say, and feel not a twinge

of jealousy against all of her loves, she

had before me. I feel complete, one with

her. I tell her whispering.

We clean and I become aroused as soon

as she touches me in the shower.

Zenie, you are not easy to satisfy, hard

again she loves me, sliding down on me

slipping my cock into her mouth.

I feel not tired, but invigorated. Ana!

I stroke her head and neck.

Let’s go to bed again, I say.

No, she replies, let me sit in your lap.

She straddles me, moving on me

seated on her ‘Thonet’ chair, without

arms. I stretch as she increases her

movements.

I love to move freely, she says, and

see your face, your expressions in

lust. Ana is an active woman and

I admire her firm breasts, whose

pointed nipples graze my skin like

needles, arouse me further as I clasp

to her, she touches her clit, rubbing

she reaches...