Meet me at the altar of the gods, And render unto me as I desire.
Meet me at the altar of the gods,
And render unto me as I desire.
You call, whisper, coyly,
I know you well,
That seductive ruse,
A mask of pretense,
Only fuels my craving,
I am a vixen with verbs in my loins,
And luscious adjectives dripping wetly from my mouth,
And I am the only goddess,
who has the power to write erotica
All over your body.
Pushing your wrists behind you,
My hips move,
Oh …
so ….
slowly ….
Brushing lightly,
Your hardness,
My lips want yours,
And I shall have them,
Peaches of passion,
I slide sensually—
without permission—-
Downward to your nipples,
Flicking lightly,
Licking lustily,
Teasing,
Biting,
“Oh … I hear you moan,
You maintain control,
Because that is your mental pattern,
—-you know that makes me wetter—-
Holding you down,
As I prepare to ride Priapus,
As my Shakti beckons and bewitches you,
I lean into you—-
whispering—
—-“I want you, I claim you,”—-
My eyes gaze up,
—-we meet and match—-
Two coy synonyms of smoldering smiles,
a furnace of fire,
Eyes narrowed to glance
at our One Soul,
Then I reach for my prize possession,
Your hardened manhood,
At the castle gate,
Slowly,
Once,
Twice,
Three times,
Wait—-
again,
slowly
In and out,
Then pull away—-
I lean in again—-
whispering, “you know you love it this way”
Then—-
I fiercely plunge,
—-into you—-
The Queen can move anywhere on the board,
As my hands roam over your enticing terrain,
Back to you,
This Ouroboros movement,
Our erogenous landscape,
Your largo hardness,
From andante to allegro,
An erotic ocean,
Fierce and ferocious,
….”harder”….
I hear your heartbeat faster,
“Come to me, I always get what I want”
We surrender into this musical symmetry,
A sensual spell,
Holding tightly,
As we crescendo,
Into a lascivious lushiousness,
Empress and Emperor,
We fall into this kingdom of cum,
And confess at the altar of paradise.
~ Dr. Wanda Woodward
And render unto me as I desire.
You call, whisper, coyly,
I know you well,
That seductive ruse,
A mask of pretense,
Only fuels my craving,
I am a vixen with verbs in my loins,
And luscious adjectives dripping wetly from my mouth,
And I am the only goddess,
who has the power to write erotica
All over your body.
Pushing your wrists behind you,
My hips move,
Oh …
so ….
slowly ….
Brushing lightly,
Your hardness,
My lips want yours,
And I shall have them,
Peaches of passion,
I slide sensually—
without permission—-
Downward to your nipples,
Flicking lightly,
Licking lustily,
Teasing,
Biting,
“Oh … I hear you moan,
You maintain control,
Because that is your mental pattern,
—-you know that makes me wetter—-
Holding you down,
As I prepare to ride Priapus,
As my Shakti beckons and bewitches you,
I lean into you—-
whispering—
—-“I want you, I claim you,”—-
My eyes gaze up,
—-we meet and match—-
Two coy synonyms of smoldering smiles,
a furnace of fire,
Eyes narrowed to glance
at our One Soul,
Then I reach for my prize possession,
Your hardened manhood,
At the castle gate,
Slowly,
Once,
Twice,
Three times,
Wait—-
again,
slowly
In and out,
Then pull away—-
I lean in again—-
whispering, “you know you love it this way”
Then—-
I fiercely plunge,
—-into you—-
The Queen can move anywhere on the board,
As my hands roam over your enticing terrain,
Back to you,
This Ouroboros movement,
Our erogenous landscape,
Your largo hardness,
From andante to allegro,
An erotic ocean,
Fierce and ferocious,
….”harder”….
I hear your heartbeat faster,
“Come to me, I always get what I want”
We surrender into this musical symmetry,
A sensual spell,
Holding tightly,
As we crescendo,
Into a lascivious lushiousness,
Empress and Emperor,
We fall into this kingdom of cum,
And confess at the altar of paradise.
~ Dr. Wanda Woodward
