Surrender

caves beckoned
Cro-Magnon glistening
among its silvered depths
kissing shivers upon
modern lips
with centuries glaze;

mountainous chest rising
massively muscled
against sunsets of emotion
while fingertips dipped
impatiently into turquoise
depths of imagination's
surrender;

Celts and Basques
once silently waited
to walk in Roman sandals
upon forever gleaming
Spanish sands;

and time passed
too quickly
leaving only footprints
forged upon soils soul;

gold lay shimmering
under fans
of ebony lashes
enticing would be
protectors
yet shielding
from Moorish
German eyes;

and she was Isabella
held tightly against
the rock of his Pyrenees
where sun ascended
brilliantly adorned
paying homage
with lips drenched
in delicious wine;

they came to conquer him
yet remained chained 
by the throes
of her elation
where eyes climaxed
in pools of rainbows
dripping across
succulent vineyards;

and the language of
ageless lovers
sensuously fell
upon thirsting ears
straining for fulfillment;

armadas drifted proudly
across dancing waves
with bows seeping tears
of loss behind them
for they cried when not
anchored safely
to his welcoming shore;

she was the beauty
of virginal fertility
softening the edges of
his hardened lands
queen of his kingdom
married by the eternal
flames of sensory lust;

they seductively dance
tightly wrapped in
swirling silk tapestries
woven by history
entwined together;

limbs and lush lips
promising
paradise's release
amidst the sparkling fans
of flamingo feathers
floating erotically
upon a velvet
Spanish breeze...