To v
The Seductress of my desire
Kneeling at his feet, presenting herself ,
a vision more enticing than Aphrodite,
sitting at the foot of her holy tree.
Seductress of desire, wearing his marks,
velvet robes of red, black, and blue.
ornaments of orichalcum adorning her breasts.
Serpentine hemp coiled around
damp quivering thighs, absorbing
the fevered onslaught of leather slashes.
In silent acquiescence her legs part
allowing him to swell inside
her immortal vessel
He penetrated her, thrusting …
long, deep, and primitive ...
breaching her every defense.
Hips raised in sweet surrender
desperate, hot, and needy
he claimed her, shattering her resolve.
An animal-like display of aggression,
deliberate gravely words
uttered against her flesh,
Whimpering, pleading for salvation
he took her, to the Divine Kingdom
his fountain of release, spilling on fevered skin
Shimmering ...
Like the moon ...
On
Mount
Olympus
~WW