Met at Dubh Linn

In the dimly lit Irish pub
we met over a glass of riesling
your honey colored hair framed
a smile that melted my heart
we embraced like lovers long lost
amidst the din of pub music

The wobbly table at which we sat
urged us to a couch in back
where questions dug deep
emotions swelled like the tide
warmth of fingers interlocking
eyes pierced into the depths

Our laughter and joy filled us
until the moment our lips met
soft press of silk to silk
warmth of breath washing over
bare flesh of her neck
enticing bestial consumption

Alas the night would end
ushered into the cold night
yet we would linger
even if only a moment more
until at last we parted
to await our next encounter


About ninefolddragon

I am a self-proclaimed writer, spiritualist, and warrior. My primary writings are poetry and essays that evoke elemental visualization and are written in honor of the sacred feminine.
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