My Aquarius

Dark blue under silver light
With purple pulsing in his veins
With love and loathing I approach
To ease the lust that engulfs me.

A touch, a caress, but not a kiss
Under pretexts, another name
Guilt and shame fuse with pleasure
As bodies mingle like a flame.

Old friendships dimmed and new ones forged
To be broken anew in the wheel of time
Yet a faint memory remains
Of a master and his slaves behind.

Delight! To initiate, teach and destroy
Old barriers that are left behind
Broaden our horizons
To encompass the possibilities of body and mind.

Perhaps he remembers in some distant corner
A vague and shadowy memory
Now the teachers are taught and stand alone
My Aquarius, come to me.