simpatico

 
manifesting sexual tension I feel the expanse around me come to attention  
closing in on my pheromones primal curs strain  
to see if my honeysuckle is ripe to taste  
the divine is mind-blowing  
I am becoming lust and my need is great  
but the time is not right  
the moon hangs heavy in the sky with a thick peach shine  
and I can hear the primal wolf fangs drawn back tasting the night air  
my sweet epiphany calls me to open but my flowering lotus isn't ready  
it isn't in my power to bloom  
my poetry halls are perfectly scribed  
and the garden's tomes are for the master to open  
he caresses with great skill easing in just the tip of his manhood  
he is eternal and sex with him is an event  
he slowly caresses my pleasure zones  
then plunges deep with a fierce need  
I dare not ask for more he makes me hunger  
and inwardly plead for more he sates his need  
on this level of purity, I am chaste of vision  
which means in the immortal sense  
I have never had a man fully engulf me  
he says there is so much for me to understand before this can happen  
with great knowledge of the crescendo of levels of satisfaction  
and what a woman desires and what a man craves  
but he can't resist tonight so he delves deeper I illicit a moan from him  
and I feel him enter unexplored territory  
mostly it's of the mind he causes my mind to wander to see if I will follow where he leads it is a test of wills  
my mind worries after the torrid nature of the fantasy  
I am Mistress of Desire my pink is my cult  
if I refuse him he becomes my doctor  
asking I thought we were really getting somewhere last time  
you know you are an excitable woman
I prescribe relieving tension sexually;
denying your sexual desires can be harmful  
he is relentless, down on your knees slave  
and open fully to me you know you need this  
pushing his hardness inside me he connects with my soul  
penetrating my innocence he becomes a madman  
with so many levels to go  
he growls, I will have your heart my Mistress dark  
spread your creamy thighs and cum for me  
pulsing your anger on my hardened soul  
we are the same you know  
I will always come when your cunt is on the air sweet divinity  
with a hint of perversion