The 8th Dimension Gods (Mugwort Incense)

Eclipsing the feeling of a pulsating heart is a beautifully lassoed        
Heart in midnight oasis bathes in its dew to fortified its console        
Craves to blend, as we perfectly mend          
Under red satin covers        
Feel the fire of pure lust, my sweet and silken abyss in the twilight slumber he tenderly smothers          
In the darkness he calls me upon my ancient Arabic name          
He is known in Hebrew and in African dialects as, Sedah, I am his most powerful highest dame            
My soft enervation for him in past realms known beyond the silver lining of the clouds            
His stroking palms to my skin to carnal arouse              
       
Denying him my earthy pleasures                
In this dimension ordained to channel my weather              
His mission to tame my inner sanctum as his tongue inside me carouse              
The bridge of reality and the afterlife, nailed the door to his fetishes for me, silencing his sexual growls                   
His throaty groans echoing as passion stains and hovers          
Beyond the realm of reality, each one became my mortal lover          
Spilling inside me deeply the flow of his cosmic wet dreams          
Intermingling his soul within the depth of my enthralling sweeten cream                       
 
The honeyed juices of my passion fruit he desperately feens to taste              
The Lord of the Seven Seas and his Heavenly amore, his warrior spear lays in wait              
Determined to take me at any rate                
Slithering from the depth of a cocooned hydration, with his sole mission              
To bend my back, ass up, his favorite position              
       
A little taste of my clit to satisfy the hunger of his tongue              
Snaking it deeper and deeper inside me, nowhere to hide, nowhere to run              
Draining my resistance to him with each lick of my Créole Butter Rum        
Within the divinity of time, his Goddess Persephone          
Unto the stars he chants unto the moon my alluring wind songs        
              
Binding my wrists for his taking              
Pleasure fusing the sweetest pain as we’re making              
Tantalizing fingers, teasing the swollen peaks of my breasts              
Feeling the domination in his thrust, his possessive touch, fanning my cheeks with his hot breath              
Pleading to come deep inside me              
Stealing the answer off my lips that it may be                
Guilt and pleasure blurs as our bodies greet              
Chanting in Aramaic the domination of his sought Queen in need        
Pleasing me between our cosmic sheets              
              
His concubines at his feet they rise              
Heads bowed in silence, blinded eyes              
Deafness as my moans echoes as he slides in and out the chasm of my infinity while diving between my silken thighs        
Holding his groin in place              
Stoic eyes glazing down, blissfully raiding my temple in my cationic, weakened sexual state              
Ecstasy on a supernatural level, the mind, and the body you can never relate              
Or replace with digit masturbate              
              
My body infused with his dominating power                
Lifting me chanting, arms barring me to him, my wet pussy sliding up and down his thicken tower              
Fulfilling my every need, desires, greed, worth the visit in the darkest hour              
Grunting for the earth to hear the rebirth of our passion bringing forth the quivering rain showers              
Raging Thunder                
Out of breath he has me, no asunder              
He’s slowly taking me under, and under, and under