Wanton goddess: Having one's cake...and eating it too

 
Sex  
or  
Magic  
Make  
Me  
Choose  
One  
or  
The  
Other  
or  
Neither  
My  
Muse  
 
What if, perchance, I'm one, wield the other  
What, then, say you?  
 
So spake the Wanton Goddess  
Brow lifted  
Reclining naked  
Sumptuous curves arrayed  
On gold throne  
 
Acolytes sprawled  
Toys replete  
Spent  
Dissipated  
Goddess insatiate  
Appetite piqued  
 
Come closer, man  
Let me view you  
Hmmm...  
Closer still, that's it  
I'd like a taste too  
 
Lightning arcs down  
Envelops his frame  
Carries him bound  
Writhing  
Helpless  
To the Goddess  
Setting him standing  
Before Her  
Enchained  
 
No harm befalls  
Though every nerve is acutely sensitized  
Now in a state of consuming sensuality  
Each tendril of air an o'erwhelming touch  
Shaking with sensation  
Coursing through his every cell  
he stares at Her  
Lazy sprawl  
Legs akimbo  
Droplets of mellifluous ambrosia  
Glistening betwixt Her nether lips  
he licks his own, above, unconsciously  
Suddenly parched  
 
his chains fall free  
he staggers forward  
Touch of bare foot to marble  
Sending shivers shuddering  
Down his spine  
Libation oozing  
From him now  
Rock between his legs  
Past ready  
 
Come no closer  
The Goddess murmurs  
he finds himself staked in place  
She rises  
Descends the throne  
Every stride forward  
Essence of purest carnality  
Undulating voluptuousness  
She approaches him  
Slides Her finger  
(Yes, even that's sexy too)  
Up his straining phallus  
Lingering on his tip  
Gathering his libation to Her  
She takes a lick  
 
...  
 
 
He wakes to find himself  
Seated at his desk  
Still rock hard  
Chains dangling  
Fading  
Facing his computer  
Whereupon lies his contest:  
Sexx r magik. Nawt both.  
 
Words whispering in his mind:  
What if, perchance, I'm one, wield the other  
What, then, say you?