Let me be your temple whore...
Crawl to you across your floor.
I come to you on hands and knees...
Do what to me as you please.
Your thighs a spread is your altar...
To which I worship without falter.
To ascend a top your Mons of pleasure...
To descend into your valley for velvet treasure.
Imagine what maybe absurd...
That I am just a hummingbird.
Flitting curiously here and there...
Tangled up in your silky underwear.
I want to dart into you with my
proboscis...
To witness your blossom become ectasis.
To kiss your rosebud and taste your breasts...
To gain your favor; my ultimate quest.
The headboard beats out a rhythmical taboo...
That is always ancient yet always new.
Goddess...I can not pray for more...
Will always be your temple whore.
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