Impress upon my hips the promises of your tongue, glide, smooth, teach me. You’ve become the master of this creation–or were you always perfect for this work? Was I your expertise–someone you sought out for just this reason? You could not have naturally known how to have appeared and so perfectly–but then again, it happened like wind, or rain, or light…. in a way that stole my soul into the chasm above our heads, only to gaze down at the sight with relaxed satisfaction– It Was Good.
March 27
10:51a
The Path of a Goddess 