The Scorpion King

You had me at a sweet disadvantage  
When you blazed the celestial element of time    
Riding into my life on a dream    
 
Whispering ancient secrets of old    
Migrating my mind in and out of time    
Glimpsing into the hidden depth of your cerebral cortex    
Drawing me in with tender peeks of imaginings    
   
Shifting through your aspirations    
Taking hold of your wishes    
Upholding for the world to see the worth of your empowering    
Oops, his knowledge is slipping, it’s divine in the space of time  
Celestial dangling    
For hands of greater good    
Pampering in the touch of his glorious nature  
Eyes to envision    
Hearts to decipherer in its sacred meaning    
   
The master key you twist in me  
Unlocking the inner being of yourself    
Asunder of my heart in flight  
Mind above the kindred allure of the moon  
Serenading my temple as the chasm of my soul await in spirit    
Tendered emotions not for sale    
To be placed on recall or retail    
A hushed mind, a closed mouth, can never forsake things meant not to assail    
Palming those robust elements of you    
Holding the earthly components of its veracity to my heart    
   
Stroking the ambience of his intellect  
Keeping me sedated with desires, my name shrouded on his lips in rapture    
Closing my eyes to the silhouette of his aura as I last see    
Attuned bodies we meet on the winds of destiny    
His temple taking my willing passion in subliminal wisps of fate    
My soft Chi sinking as he embeds the fluidity of his creed    
Kismet Karma embraced    
   
The seeds of his loins bucketing    
The lineage of his greatness spilling forth  
Accepting the ardent calling to feel    
My womanhood, weakened by streams of him, now us    
Kinging him    
Queening me    
Governing the droplets of each other’s gratification in the throne of ordained ecstasy    
Reeking of its internal bliss    
   
Giving unto him the baptizing sacredness of my spirit    
Mingling souls    
Cries of its unity reverberating    
Falling as one    
   
Breathless, worshipping in the surrendering moment of time    
Stroking the holiness of the woman for which I lay unto him    
For the man for which he still resides deep inside me    
Stealing his heart, softly caressing his mind