Ode to a God
Rapture, unadulterated bliss as the sweat trickles down the back of my thighs,
Not sighs, but groans as small hands grip the sheets, holding onto anything, splayed so vulnerably before you...
Eyes bound by black silk, sensory overload as once, twice, three times filled...
With the essence of your love....and still you continue, the God that you are.
Nothing seen, only felt, hips rocking back and slammed into the delicious pleasure that surmounts....
A place inside, justified by the warmth of your ever giving flesh...my unyielding tones scream out,
Nails scratch, teeth bite...
And that is just the beginning.
Soft scratching down a panting back comes, almost uninvited...
My movement stilled, a groan from swollen, overused lips ensues,
Shivering, shaking with need,
But given only rapid heartbeats and tender touches of love.
I nearly cry, justified in the intense overuse of my flesh,
Marked by the wars of passion, heeding nothing, needing nothing but More...
Face pressed into the bed, incoherent pleas arise,
For movement to begin again.
I try, but firm hands grasp my trembling thighs....as you remove yourself to taste our pleasure,
Nearly rendering me completely and absolutely yours,
Guided by the primal needs within, as teeth settle against my most sensitive flesh...amidst the licking, lapping testaments of desire,
The heat builds, utterly, completely, as tears do fall.....this time, with relief as the explosions of bliss render me senseless.
As the silk is removed from my star filled eyes, I can see nothing, but you.
~Ode, to a God, of insurmountable love for a mortal.~
A blindfolded Cupid.