Drunk

I have drunk from the chalice of the cocktail of extremes
Sweet agony, blinding ecstasy breathing through My mind
I am flying, higher than One has a right to fly
Fingers beating out a rhythm on your skin as I taste your flesh
a growl, a howl, a gloating laugh
you are a magical creature to Me, you taste of Djinn
yet the blood coursing through your veins is pure visceral girl
then I turn to the other, your counterpoint, and see him tremble
I drink his whimpers like the sweetest nectar
Indulging My lust in his fear, inhaling it as the sweetest fragrance
then sitting back and filling My eyes with the vision of the two
entwined, flowing from one to the other, cunt, cock, breasts, chest, mouths
fluidity of motion, glorying as I conduct My symphony
each instrument playing the song it was designed for
wanton woman and rampant boy, making the sweetest sounds
glorying as they sing according to My will...My pleasure.....My desire

How could I ever be anything other than this?

Why would I even want to?