By terry
Date: 23 February 2001
Goddess Ascending
These hands burn white hot
From the mere caress of your pale, naked skin,
Transformed to a celestial event
With every touch.
I feel the first tremors race through your torso,
A super nova preparing to implode,
Pouring amber and gold into these throbbing veins,
As I flush with the contagion of your desire,
Consumed in the rapid beats of my own heart, yet magnified
Tenfold
A hundredfold.
Threatening to rage free through my very soul,
But captured within the force of every thrust of hips.
Needing,
Wanting,
Harder,
Straining,
Faster,
Deeper,
Wilder,
Demanding that you submit, release that anchored soul
And meld as one into that sacred union.
With urgency building, I bite down on a nipple,
Feel the world drop away as you sail free of all mortal bonds
Claim your divinity as my personal Goddess
And scream thunder into my being
As I whisper a benediction of love
Quietly unto the heaven all around.
My Goddess
Ascending to the seat of my soul.
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