Psalms of Pleads Part 1 of III

Your palms locking within mine, stirring your girth inside me, the pleasure of sweat pockets blanketing between our skin
Leaning your face downward kissing my lips, my self-control slipping, more, more, giving me less control
Possessing me, the façade of my nympho mask is slipping and at a steady and rapid pace

My soul within igniting a mental illusion of self-gratification, I have to relieve
Unclasping my palms in yours
I need freedom in the control of my movements
My bodily domination you seize
As I take hostage of yours
Allowing you full range to take hold of the assets of my temple for which I bring forth

Opening my legs, wrapping them around your stature
Pressing on your gluteus, meshing you deeper into my abyss of unfulfilled lust
Oh God, save me from such a sweet self-torture I’ve created
Deliver me until the Garden of Eden
Lay me on a bed of shame

Open the flowery petals of my nature feeding me the wanderlust of his aura
Soothing my aching needs
Basking in bliss within the glorious nature of his pearly stream
Heed unto my harkening cries of unfulfilled pleasure
 
Allow this man, and only this man
To taste the rapture, the rewarded fruits of this Goddess
As he’s taking my body to Mt. Zenith
Claiming the rapture meeting at the peak

The escalating pleasure of him staining my lips
Spilling my essence into puddles of yearning, carried away on sighs
His body marking mine, blending my soul in an atonement of gratification
Two wayward breathless souls finding comfort from drops of carnal damnation