The Hunter and the Goddess

The Hunter, primative and determined,
searches the Tall Grasses of the Savanna,
naked, unshaven, and wild-looking.
He is hunting to fulfill his Need
Not food, not water, nor shelter,
But for something just as urgent
For which he has a great hunger and thirst.
Searching and tracking his game,
He holds his spear loosely, and
any observer would think him mad,
and shake their head, disbelieving,
for his spear is limp and pliable,
seemingly impossible to snare any game.
What is known only to him, though,
is the true power of the spear.
It was not hewn from mighty oak,
nor the tip honed from strong flint,
but fashioned from his own flesh.
And as limp and pliable as it is
while he continues the hunt,
he knows that in the presence of the Goddess,
the spear becomes a curved, stiff staff,
thrumming with energy felt, but not seen.

He comes upon a clearing in the grasses,
and knows he is getting closer,
his spear is twitching, and coming to life.
Rounding a corner, he spies the Goddess,
sitting prone, and smiling,
as if she knew to expect Him.
He approaches with eager caution,
as She rises to meet him.
He stands before her, his mighty spear,
erect and pulsating, and his focus narrow,
She unfurls her downy robe, to show Herself.
He is at once blinded by Her Beauty,
as white-hot as any Sun in the universe.
He steps closer yet, now within arm's reach,
And is overcome by Her musky scent,
heavy, sweet and intoxicating.
This is no ordinary hunt,
He wants not to maim or kill,
but instead to transform, and perhaps,
be transformed himself.
He stares deeply into the eyes of the Goddess,
Seeing Understanding in Her nod of Approval.

Swiftly he impales her with His spear,
A guttural moan she gives from deep within,
She holds him there, penetrating her very core.
He pulls himself away, but only for a moment,
His spear now coated with her Slick Essence.
Only to repeat the deed again and again,
He finds they are floating now,
and each stroke takes them closer and closer
to the edge of the jagged, rocky cliff.
He hears Her voice in his head,
without even her lips moving,
"Plunge with me to the unknown depths".
He wants to so deeply, and his instincts agree,
as he can feel his spear, heavy and full.
But as if directed by some higher being,
he realizes it is not yet time for this plunge.
Just as his vision clouds with fuzzy pleasures,
he withdraws his spear, with a primal yawp,
And a creamy elixir spews from its tip,
an offering, eagerly accepted by the Goddess.

The Hunter engages the Goddess once again,
they float, connected towards the cliff's edge,
She coaxes the Hunter to fill Her,
But The Hunter remains patient in his course,
ready to enjoy the edge as long as he can.
Each time his spear is full and ready,
he spills his Gift onto the Goddess.
At long last, he realizes that he may only have
one precious gift left to give,
He drives his spear into Her deeply and fully,
Over the edge now, their physical bodies,
bonded together with strength unparalled,
They truly have become One.
He realizes in Her grasp, that they are floating,
Out into the free, open air.
Her body rising slowly into the atmosphere,
with tension building all the while.
Her voice in his head again,
"Look... almost... there..."
He sees the colors swirl around them
and the sounds surround them
like the most beautiful symphony of joy,
and then he knows the deed is complete,
The Goddess gripping & squeezing his spear,
with the primal rhythm of pleasure unbound.
They plunge together back towards the earth,
past the cliff’s edge towards the chasm below.
Vision blurred, wind in their faces,
they lurch headlong towards the abyss.
At the last second, the wind catches
and their plummet slows.
The Goddess now bears wings,
As perfect as a beautiful purple butterfly,
and he knew the transformation was complete.
She flies ever higher as he suckles her breast,
feeling her beating heart against his cheek
And hearing Her warm voice in his mind,
"Fly with me to The Infinite Horizon"