The Candle Holder (Anahata Chakra-Green Candle)

My cognizance fading into the pigmentation of my fervent skin      
Its carnal feast of pleasure I do indulge      
Falling prey under the masterful calling of his primal craving      
Body trembling, with an overshadowed need      
Mysticism of it trance from its heightened greed      
        
Head thrown back surrendering me, taking me, enthralling, seducing my existence      
Chained to his voice of command, the intention of his cosmic wishes evident      
The ecclesiastical of my body, opening for the benedictions of his stroking desires      
Imprisoned in his madness, ecstasy funneling deep within my soul      
Begging to ignite the sanctifications deeper in the celestial cortex of my mind      
        
My heart he comforts, the offering of my body to bow until the woman within      
Oh, sweet mercy, I beseech you, locking my eyes, searching my window of desires he has awaken, opened      
Carrying me on his whispers      
Closed eyes, the curtain of enlighten has been drawn      
The master key of my pleasure abyss has been unlocked      
Physical atonement, remnants of it ecstatic reasons has reached its feverish zenith      
      
Mm... the abyss of my soul he rides it to the highest degree    
Freeing me    
Once locked deep inside my wants, he tenderly weakens my needs      
In the height of universal derailment, milking the essence deep from within his virility        
Endorphins my body he creates, my dopamine he equates      
Trapping by the surging of his fusing adrenaline      
Limbs entwined in the beautiful battle of will, the joy of love felt when it overspills        
The dueling passion our minds taste, or bodies forgo the spiraling becoming of ecstasy      
Healed and carefree hearts is the giver of love      
      
The antidote of my sugary walls seasoned from above      
The chambers in my heart from away lands he masters, it is the truth if there ever was      
One touch of the passionate fire in his hand, my handsome prescription he prescribes, mm.. my Hebrew man      
Heart to heart he divides the passage of my Anahata Chakra wide      
Fingering my essence as he tastes me, his teasing becomes my natural high    
In the throne of emotional rapture where his tongue resides      
      
Gifting him the essence of my honey dew      
Coveting my temple to the wonders of its mythical food      
Listening to his voice, as I close my eyes      
Healing my mind as he takes it on a cosmic carpet ride      
Kisses to my Creole skin, your tongue pursues      
Raining down my temple yes, yes, licking around the creamy sensation of the Seraph’s divine food      
      
Drowning in the spiral of my cryptic tides      
Soft whispers brush stroking all the over the wonderous of my Chi      
Blanketing by his mental syllabus in the inscribing of his needs      
About time he has pleasured me in the thoughts of his mentality      
The kindred of his inked stamped all over my creamy and wet sublime      
Dominating virility in his pelvis seduction, eyes closed in the sensations of time      
His grunts and groans        
Synchronizing with the liquidity flow of skin biting and my breathless moans