Oh Yes.. A Taste Of Magic Beyond The Rainbow

I am the haloed illumination in the far sky of the west
When thundering rain soothes the skin, the heart and mind conjoined as I anoint its duality to always be upkept  
The cast upon the seas to rattle the shores  
In the pit of the darken depth, lost souls hear my voice, manifesting hurricanes to the world  
Cleansing within my wake upon land, I unfurl  
  
In the cloak of my mysteries, I give power unto as dead souls rise  
To the night, I give, Jezebel, Lilith, and Eve my blood drips of immorality, love trance from the sweetness of their eyes  
Upon the bed of lavender, myrrh, swirling clouds of Frankincense    
Enticing the loins of men as I gently spread wide, my potions unto your aura I commence  
   
A sacred cosmic healer  
The dew of my moistness, more potent to allure than any palliative from earthly medication dealers  
Whispers from the Heavens, my seductive serotonin a gift of twilight bliss calming to your head  
Passion and desires found in the comfort of my rose petal layered bed  
Soothing potions lathed upon your manly skin  
Once touched and seep to pores, to a world we go where the names has no sins  
   
Mm... taste my raptures, as we make love in Paris atop the Eiffel tower  
To the world we moan our gratification in the midnight hour  
In the confession booth of a cathedral in Rome  
Thrusting inside me, kisses on the sand dunes of Egypt, becomes our home  
Fingers stroking up my thighs, as you plant your lips on my toes  
Dragging up my inner thigh a view for the patrons in a Dubai theater watching our illicit lovemaking vividly unfold  
Mm… you leave me breathless, panting, needing, wanting, into my creamy abyss in and out as it languish patrols  
   
Legs entwine your back, my moans serenading the stillness of the dark  
My spine arched    
Looking at the stars above as the nine muses in Greece encircle us and play their Harp  
Oh, my love... make me feel like you are all mine  
Allow the creation of Father time    
To shower our bodies with Argentina’s imported vintage wine  
   
Clutching the back of your neck as you lick off the sweeten streams from the crests of my tits, real slow  
Your tongue becoming naughtier, hasten as we become a New York peep show  
My powers are weaning you are draining me for this one enraptured night  
To the sheets we find our temples, tenderly blending, love notes sending    
In a hotel suite in Portugal we lay entangled until the gentle winds awaken us at dawn’s early light