I Am Poseidon [MF][Erotic Poetry]

I am Poseidon; my ocean? Lust.
I see you standing on that sandy shore
Of my desire, curves proudly thrust
As waves of my wanting, beg and implore
You to come closer, feel my wet embrace
As my salty kisses splash about your face.

Come, and submit your will to my own,
Come ‘neath the waves, where my kingdom lays,
Come forth and kneel, ‘fore my towering throne,
Come to me begging for my love and praise,
And you’ll be the envy of all the girls,
For you’ll have riches, a collar of pearls.

And more, my sweet, you’ll have my power,
An ocean’s rage at your each command.
And all my attention, at any hour
That my sweet, soft servant might demand.
Aye, for that is the key to lust –
A master rules by his servant’s trust.

But now, you’re bended on wanting knee,
My scepter rises to feel your grasp
Your kisses touch me so daintily
That even this sea god feels a gasp
Of utter awe issue from his lips
As at his scepter, his servant sips.

And soon, the tides begin to rage,
As whirlpools form from my rocking hips.
But you cling close, so desperate to wage
A battle fought ‘twixt your finger tips
And the soft lashings of your greedy tongue…
These are the pleasures which sirens sung.

Then, a tsunami of pure delight
Is issued from deep within my form,
As wave after wave of flotsam, white
Are splashed upon aching lips, so warm
And strong, the sea lord falls to his knees,
And sees you smile to see him pleased.

At last, you tumble to my embrace,
My arms, like serpents, intertwine
About your body, your fears erased,
As my hands explore your features, fine.
And quick, you feel me rise below,
The sea lord, spent? It is not so.

The kelp, it listens to my command
And writhing wraps around your wrists
And ankles, like as silky band
That soft caresses as it binds and twists,
Till you lay out splayed, your body bare
For me to take my pleasure there.

But I am not a cruel lord, no,
And find much pleasure to make you moan.
And thus, I explore you, soft and slow
As you pull at your bindings, deeper groans
Issue forth from within you, and you beg me, ride!
For you want of my scepter deep inside.

Of such a request, how can I deny?
I wave my trident, the kelp, it spreads
Till the waves wash over your inner thighs,
As you writhe and wiggle on the ocean’s bed,
I place my rod ‘gainst your yearning flower,
And then I thrust with furious power.

Oh…sweet Olympus! You can’t compare
To this, the feeling when buried deep
Inside my lover, my servant fair,
And soon, more pearls begin to seep,
Not long to stay against the fire
That’s stoked by her deepest desire.

With every thrust, you sob, you shake,
As tears of joy, they feed the sea,
And with their salty goodness, make
Another ocean of lustful glee,
And then you crest beneath my will,
I do as well, and moaning, fill.

But then, the sun…oh damned its light!
It rises up against the sky
And banishes that wondrous night
That dreaming joined my love and I,
And I, Poseidon, am no more…
Now just a poet who adores.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8av2u2/i_am_poseidon_mferotic_poetry