Goddess Tryst

The night constricted like a python.
Reflections of the past lay smoldering in shadow. The smooth lines of once familiar shapes roiling in my mind like a swollen river. Through the misty darkness she appeared angelic, her shining face framed by a mane of copper and gold. The light in her liquid brown eyes tinged with flaming red.
     She call to me, in a voice like molten honey, and my mind opened like a vault, exposing my innermost secrets to her fleeting glance. And when she came to me, and pressed her lips to mine, time stood still from the intensity of our joining.
      Like an empress to her emperor, she beckoned me, pulling me closer and closer to the object of our hunger. As she enveloped me in a surge of writhing frenzy, our fusion of flesh to flesh expanded to encompass our whole being. Sparks of liquid fire poured from our bodies as we rode our wave of passion to its crest and beyond.
        In the radiant afterglow of our union, as she prepared to leave my chamber, my mind raced for the eloquence needed to prolong this moment of splendor. And still, in the flicker of candlelight she was gone, and 
the night constricted like a python.