nectarine

I long for the sweet nectar that is Her, a euphoria known only by Gods. I long to sink, sink slowly without way of return,  into her ever so sweet nectar until there is  nothing but Her, the sustenance of Gods. This is no  opiate of the  masses, Her sweet nectar, nothing but Her nectar will take me to Opium driven states of sheer bliss. I have given all I am for Her sweet nectar yet I am to experience the sweetest of Her offerings, Her third eye, which  forces me to  fill Cocytus with wails of men all for that Sweet Nectar.