My Goddess Of War

I've bagged a Goddess of war,
just like the Vikings of Norse/
& Valkyries swinging swords from a galloping horse.
I have you under my spell,
shackled in a shack where you dwell/
hypnotized by my eyes and come to through a bell.
My fingers glide through your golden river of hair/
your plates of meat in the raw,
with your paws up on a chair.
Your tootsies twitch as I rub out the stress from your dome/
& smooth down your spine,
I'll unwind you at your home!
the smell is in the air like sizzling meat/
upon the earthquake hour with the beating of sheets...