Burning Man, O Burning Man

O Burning Man, O Burning Man…you have been a patient Lover wooing me for years.

You have kept your distance, just in the back drop of my life, knowing that when I first learned of You – I found You abhorred, frightful, a heathen with no possible good in You ~ at least not for this straight laced, goody good girl from the Midwest.

Yet I was intrigued to say the least…wondering what it would be like to see Your sights, to taste of Your fruits, to be free enough to enjoy in Your “sin”. I never shared these thoughts with anyone, afraid that my darkest secret for debauchery would be the end of me.

Slowly but surely you have inched Your way – or should I slay slithered Your way into my life, ever so cautiously to show me only glimpses of who You can be at just the right times as to not frighten me off, but in order to plant seeds of curiosity and “what if’s”.

I have tossed around the idea of taking you on as my Lover…wondering what it would be like to play and frolic with You in the Desert of Life…wondering if I would be able to embrace You, to handle You and Your uncharted orgasmic energy that seems to break Your lovers wide open to Light.

Each step of the way you have allowed me my space, carefully caressing me with a nudge so gentle, so tender that keeps me wondering and yearning for more. I am no longer afraid of You, for I have been shown that I am able to create in You whatever my heart so desires to create.

So I ask of you now O Burning Man, will this be the year that You will lovingly lay claim to me, and I will surrender to Your call? I guess we will have to wait and see…