GODDESS, I BOW

GODDESS I BOW  

I bow to you, my sexy goddess;  
In source of life my lips I press,  
The stubble starting on my face  
Meets the hairs round the holy place.  
   
You are naked like a statue;  
I give your muff a playful chew,  
And then I soothe it with my tongue,  
Playing upon your flesh so young.  
    
My curl-haired head is in your hands,  
Soothed by a One who understands  
The encouragement a man needs  
To arm him for marital deeds.  
    
You welcome my enquiring tongue,  
As sacred lips it moves among.  
My approach you show you approve,  
Anointing my face from the groove.  
    
I let the honey trickle down,  
While your hands push down my bath gown,  
And my mouth takes communion  
With foretaste of our union.  
    
As you embrace my head with thighs,  
My man tool stiffens, grows in size,  
As from your throat comes your groaning  
My name, lovingly intoning.  
    
Those sounds of yours make sensation;  
My 'aerial' picks vibration.  
What a man hears with his ears  
Make nether regions cast off fears  
    
The name call in insistence grows,  
As I, like a dog, poke my nose  
Against your clit in playful rub  
Before with tongue I give it scrub.  
    
You call me now "COME ENTER ME!"  
I'd put my head, but too big be! -  
So I stand up to insert right  
My manly tool for your delight.  
    
And so with my goddess I merge  
Your encouragement is my urge,  
My secular meets your sacred  
In consecrated marriage bed.  
    
You take from me my offered seed  
Spilt generously in the deed;  
You reward me with your coming,  
My seed and your juice get mingling.  
    
We leave the honeymoon bower  
To wash off in the shared shower.  
The goddess, and I who worship,  
Just talk, leaving our skins to drip.