Gods and Heathens

Remote locations
Ignite and unfurl deep passions,
As Pele and Kamapua’a
Bear witness, shedding tears of joy.

Feasting on energies,
Primordial and long forgotten.
The Succubus Lilith devours
Humble servants of the flesh
In resolute embrace.

Up, down, beneath, above
Through and through
Bodies intertwining
Beyond understanding.
A tapestry of lust,
Woven by Arachne herself.

The echo of desperation:
A hand longing to grasp
Harder… Harder. Harder!

((((((((( Resonates )))))))))

Through soft pine like
Hephaestus’ thundering blow.

Warm breaths on soft skin
Cries forever lost in a pillow
Beating hearts,
Trying to rip themselves
From their carnal shells.

Symphonic melodies give way
To carnal compositions
Orchestrated by Pan,
Playing the body of Syrinx
In the form of a flute.
Plaintive gasps and tortured cries,
Frozen in time, forever…
Only relieved by the echo of our love.

Behold

I just want to be loved.

Never again owned, beaten, caged…
By a man incapable of seeing the gift before him, open-armed.

I am not a concept, a portrait, an expectation.
Break barriers, push boundaries, draw power
Spit it out in the form of glitter and light,
Choke on rainbow unicorn cocks…

That is what I do.
This is who I am.

I am power, fear, excitement,
anguish relieved with the press of a little pink button.

I am whole, indifferent to norms important to scared little boys
who happen to miss mama.

I am not a weight to be suffered.
But a Queen to be held high,
Coveted…
Not a toy for the small-minded and unsure,
Cowards with their tails between their legs.

I’m the alpha bitch!

My legs open only for the worthy,
Savour…
With the tip of your tongue.
The sacred nectar,
Source of eternal power within.

I am immutable strength.

Never again owned, beaten, caged…

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