Sonnet 87 – Sacred

It was meant to be a loving tumble -
merely time for us to play. She liked the
hot, rough love, where limbs and blankets jumble,
leaving us tired, gasping. She leapt at me

with no pretense. I wrestled her to our
bed when she thought she’d have the upper hand,
pinned her arms above her head and kissed her.
Wrapping her legs around me, she rolled and

flipped us. Not even stopping to undress,
she danced above me as I moaned beneath.
In that moment she became the Goddess
to me – Gaea, glory and all my faith.

She was primal Beauty, Love and Life.
Then smiling, she kissed me, became my wife.