sinsations

she wrote theology in her philosophical kind of way
dancing with scholars on moonbeams
constructing worlds with words
the tribal handbook as her guide
with midnight suns pregnant with thought
she sit under a tree waiting for the gravity of the situation to hit
when she spied a vortex of equations swirling above her head

the math just wasn't right
there was no equation for love
passion spills forth or it does not
it emanates from deep within
possessing a person and driving them on

she look to her board of deep thinking
with an admirer pressing in on her mind
she was loathe to admit he could be the one
not given to emotion her mind took to analysis
he wasn't of her world

messy with emotion where she simply dined on sex
in this regard she had to admit he was very gifted
but how would he fair with her entourage of suitors
they delve in the extremes bringing the flesh to life
an offering in screams

would he hold up under such duress
her people found it necessary to discover truth
soon her doubt drew attention
and he was summoned for further examination

his skin was so fresh and unmarked
tasting him would be a delicacy
his big soulful eyes regarded hers
with the first lash he shuddered
but his grmaced face held true

this was the first time he beheld her in all her glory
a queen of decadence
his face blushed, he was aroused
jealousy abound as she rode him through his transformation

the math was right pain plus lust =pleasure
he soon found freedom in the ways of the carnal dominion
a natural enforcer recruiting the unwary
a Dominating force of will
her alter to her world of sinsations