The power of
her wants
inscribe
visions of peace
upon my soul
like spinning straw
into gold
bewitched hours
where I am
dreaming in
her arms
holding on to
moments of
serenity and lust
floating with
glittering halos
as she dances
with the
moon and stars
~
Yet despite
her majesty
she kneels
before me
in her nakedness
stripped
willing for me to
see her purity
and the freedom
with which she lives
Then the invitation
to worship
at her chalice
to drink of her essence
to become one
with her
~
The thrills
bring me closer to her
in silent kisses
she pins me down
her breasts swinging
inches from my face
tethered to her soft smile
that only makes me
fall harder
ruining every
kingdom
dominated
by every fortress
built to keep
me safe
crumbling
beneath her
spellbinding
whispers
