If you look hard you’ll see her,
If you study, she’s there.
The Goddess of earth’s creation,
The one true creator.
She’s in every woman,
She’s in every girl.
She holds sanctity,
The creator of our world.
There is no equality,
Man may dream of such a goal.
But all will fall to femininity,
For she is divinity, behold!
Like a cat you stretch out before me,
My hands simply must touch.
The sight of your lithe beauty,
Is temptation’s trigger to lust.
Your catching quick intake of breath,
As my fingers stroke soft taut skin.
Signals all that I want to know,
That you’re ready for my kind of sin.
Taken over by natural powers,
We lose ourselves within each other.
Only two things exist in the world,
You and I under a starlit sky cover.
And there in nature’s playground,
We play as we were evolved to do.
And there bathed in soft moonlight.
We make love til the night calls adieu.
Living in the here,
Living in the now.
Asking myself why?
Asking myself how?
Asking the world,
What did we all do?
To deserve this uncertainty,
To receive this truth.
But she’d answered before asked,
If truth be known.
She answered through fire,
Through hurricanes blown.
Through drought and through flood.
Through overcrowding and spilt blood.
She answered before I asked,
Clearly and understood.
We’re dying in the here,
We’re dying in the now.
And we don’t need to ask why,
For we already know how.
The Woodsman lives alone,
Lives amongst the trees.
The earth can give most of what he wants,
But cannot give all his needs.
The Woodsman needs a mate,
A woman by his side.
Someone to share his creations,
To be a half of his life.
There with the earth and his Goddess,
The Woodsman can finally be free.
Living, breathing, and loving,
His world and it’s natural beauty.