Making love to you is to make love with God

The first time she gripped my eyes
I knew I recognized a soul  
From the past lives of centuries old
In that second humanity could see
The undeniably searing chemistry
Never consumed love that gave me uncontrollable ecstasy  
Drowning me in pure love that make me lose my sanity  
Your erotic hunger leave me fascinated  
Your fierce desire to be ruthlessly dominated  
Wrapped around my finger  
Bestowing your body to me on hand
“Daddy, your every wish is my command..”  
Erotically charged from the sight  
Of your vibration waves in bondage  
Yank back the leash of your psyche  
Grip the hair of your conscious  
Handcuff you intellectually  
Tie up the arms of your subconscious
Constrict my grip on the throat of your emotions
Pound inside the very essence of your being  
Slamming you with the raging waves of oceans  
Commanding you to intensely orgasm
spiritually
How the Universes sync up
Gyrating in rhythm
My soul make rough love
to your intuitive wisdom
Your mystical ability
To make an emotional-skeptic
Climax emotionally
Making my psyche stagger drunkenly..
How could one be so heavenly..
One hell of an incarnation of erotic poetry..