A Taste of Paradise - Rewrite spanking

A Taste of Paradise  

The Ganges turns pink ribbon in the sunset  
Pastel hues of crimson and purple paint the sky  
As smoke from Ghats rises into the heavens  
Incense of burning bodies and sandalwood wafts on the moist breeze  
Lotus flowers float across the swirling waters  
Their fragrance sweetens the twilight air  
Sound of chanting in sacred prayers  
The ambiance of peace penetrates my bones  
As I lift her sari off revealing her golden body,  
Illuminated by the swollen orange of the sun  
Glowing like the midnight moon  
In a symphony of soft bronze curves  
Her creamy aureola like the color of rice pudding  
Her nipples are pert as cherries ripe with sugary juice  
 
As she rises from the dark waters on fire with crimson sun shards  
The thick curls of her dark forested triangle  
Are soaked in the rich broth of her sap  
I feel so sensual and alive on this evening of my recreation  
She lies on the step  
With her derriere rising from the cool sacred water  
Eddies curl across her posterior  
As her moons shimmer in the moonlit soup  
Her face is a crescent moon in the dark water  
Enveloped by the cool wetness  
 
Like a ghost from some forgotten time  
I am the familiar fingers of Shiva  
As they slide across her derriere  
Pressing into the crevasse  
Touching the orifice  
One of the seven openings of the body  
Through which the sacred energies merge  
With the cosmic flow  
 
Her bottom lays still floating like a leaf  
As she undulates in the water  
That ripples under the watery swat  
Of my hand on her flesh  
I grasp the suspended tendrils of her hair  
That pass like pearls of water in a cloud  
Tickling my penitential palm  
Like a soft sprinkle of raindrops  
As my slaps glide like a hawk in the wind  
Into the sacred space between her thighs  
 
 Her legs part in a silent welcome  
To my Vishnu fire  
As my fingertips dart like a moonbeam  
Into the folds of her womanhood  
Penetrating the sanctum of her holy flower  
The bubbles from my percussion  
on her epidermal tabla  
Trickling across her rear passage  
 
Her nose is just above the waterline  
My hand blows gently against her posterior  
As the heat is transferred to her lips    
And her tongue dips into the honey of submission  
She lifts her head out of the dark embrace of the Ganges  
I smell her sweet scent of sandalwood  
The fragrance of burning bodies reminds me  
That the flesh is fleeting  
Like the wind, or a whisper of love in the night  
Like the bodies burning in the darkness  
I feel my body consumed by flame  
As the river of moonlight  
passes between her parted legs  
My lips embrace her bud  
Opening the floodgate of her captive desire  
Till my sex glows in response  
like a star in the throes of death  
Expanding and swelling with searing strength  
I feel like a universal intelligence  
Spanning the cosmos  
My body is connected to the stars  
Reflected in the dark mirror of Ganges water  
The night sky is aglow with the flames of funeral pyres  
As I float in a broth of pleasure  
Every pore of my golden skin  
Tingling with pearls of desire  
 
The sacred Ganges penetrating her body  
As my hands grasp her posterior orbs  
My nether tongue slides into her like molten lava  
Setting her tunnel afire  
With the heat of a thousand suns  
Revolutions of time unfolding like an eternity  
In the dream of nirvana  
Lotus flowers brush against her spread thighs  
Their sweet scent is a blessing  
As my body shakes with a storm of emotions  
My Brahma’s brass bursting into star showers  
As though touched by heavenly fire  
   
The endless cascade of bliss  
Rolling like gentle thunder through my orifices  
The seven openings to the spirit  
And the millions of pores opening me to complete penetration  
My fingers tenderly petting her silky bottom  
My lips kissing her petals  
As I rock her gently in the sea of stars  
reflected in the river  
A taste of paradise  
Savored in my heart  
Till I melt back  
Into the depths of time