Aphrodite would weep,
withering in the icy beauty of your visage

my Hel,
the fury of your lust chains me
in fiery links of scorching satin
binding my blood to the thrum of your own

the scent of your hair,
black orchids,
splashed across the intoxicating aroma of your sex,
drive me feral
as of a beast that rages against the halter
you hold, aching for me to break...

even in my dreams,
I taste you,
taste you seeping into every crack of my soul
the flavor of your body,
divinity
spread across my tongue
in detonating waves of candy coated sprays

my love,
every heartbeat echoes across the eons
sheltering my eternity
against the softest flesh
of your sweetest fetish

I would ride comets of Jupiter
crashing in cascading rain,
breaking the gates of Niflheim
to blaze with you,
my goddess,
within the flames of our taboo,
feast upon the dew of your breasts

'til you wrap your legs around me
as wolves howl in dreaded omen
and we merge into one beast
feral and unrelenting
hedonistic gods of dark desire,
sweltering in our exile
erupting into cataclysm
while the pillars of Asgard tremble
beneath the power of our mating