I lay, soaking in your elements, basking in your night-glow
embracing the essence--the earthiness-- pungency of your musk.
Pull my rhythms to sync within your own as I
luxuriate in the depth pool of desire
the firmness of your trunk, solid sun-roughened beneath me.
I lick my lips, parched for your unique taste
pooling against my tongue--
butter and brine with smokey overtones.
Take me as your sacrifice, my alter is yours;
I splay celestial cuisine upon it.
There is no correct order to partake this body and blood.
It stays moist, juicy course after course.
Strip these white vestments;
the only purity here is the heat generated skin to skin,
softness giving to hardness-- filling and fulfilling.
Bathe me in your storms' furor
striking me with random lightning
cleansing me in your burning pain and light of delicious torture.
My solid mountain
moving within, gliding like tectonic plates
sending or the ripple effect that makes me shiver and quake.
In the silent aftermath,
drift with me among the clouds
as I bathe in your waters, absorbing every molecule
replenishing chakras to rainbow status of our astral bodies.
We worship as one.