The Supreme Sexuality of the Dark Goddess

A Goddess perched on high
Her black robe sequined in stars
She plays the mortal man like clay
A fetish to answer her every wish
With lips
And tongue
And sexual abilities.
Their backs she rakes
Her nails dug in tight
Their cries to the night she silences.
Within her mystical bonds their bodies fall prey
Not to her charms
But to her sex engorged heat.
At the heightened moment
The climax approaches
Her fetish does not breathe
But in stillness does lay
Splayed beneath her embroiled sexuality
Vacant to their world . . .
Another conquest for the Goddess.


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