Author: Jim-Dread

She came to me in the dead of night

Like a vision of unrecounted beauty

With earnestness on the air around her like a cloud

She barely pressed a finger under my chin and it was enough to get me to my feet

She raised me till our lips met

Lips of roses and honey

Soft and sweet

I followed the path, tracing the intricities of her jaw,

To the outline of her chin,

To the delicateness her neck,

Past her chest,

Without word to greet her thighs

I am her toy

There I sang

I sang of love

I sang of lust

I sang of sin

I could taste passion like a fine wine

I cradled it in my tongue as she sang softly

Sweeter still

Her tender voice riles me, begging for more

Now she is mine

Her legs quake and the stars move

Her air of earnestness now a demanding storm

I can feel her scratches across my back

Her hand grip at my hips

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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