| The Mistress Nile
Hemmed in by terrain that glitters like a dagger skimming the edge of blue silk, her wanton figure stretches out before me. I itch with curious desire to slide my rough hands into the grain of her golden depths, to explore hidden secrets promised beneath soft curves. Fascination flickers beneath my eyelids as I search the contours of her body, mesmerized by the way she moves, like a woman lost in herself. Given to passion, the woman becomes a fertile plain. Blessed by Hapi and Sobek , in the crevices of her valley she protects and nourishes the life she issues forth from her once barren womb of sand. A woman with a wicked temper she rages and howls at the life in her belly. Irritated by expectant faces that pluck at her feminine fruits like the grasping fingers of an infant, she rakes gemmed nails across the face of Man with her sudden storms, the same way a mother subdues her unweaned child that cries for her breasts. Stripped of her papyrus skirts, Like a flower baring its thorns this mistress blooms promising life only to drown it in the folds of her mud-encrusted dress, leaving her burden in the care of Anubis . Leaning on Osiris� promise as if it were a crutch, I settle in the niches of her sides loving her for her deceptive maternal beauty. |