Who am I to think upon a Goddess?
Yet she invades my dreams
Every waking moment, but in dreams she comes with purpose
She moves with precision
Her silky skin moving ever so slightly, her legs leaving me a glimpse of her essence
The tenderness of her neck
The sensuality of her voice carried to my chin
Her breath upon my chest
Begging
And so I worship at her altar,
The altar of lust and passion
Ours become one as she moves and slides me deeper inside with her breast against my chest
She quivers with passion
Desire
I dare
I pull her closer still
We kiss,
Then die,
And kiss again
I can feel the universe inside her
Passion, bliss, pleasure
All become one indistinguishable force
Her beauty in this state
Insurmountable
She is my All
She is my Desire
She is my Goddess
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gme3d4/my_goddess_in_dream_poem