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