Goddesses Divine

My hands are tied but not tied enough.
Asmodeus, father of lust and my oldest friend, sitting on the bed frame
As hands, lips, teeth, and tongues assault my senses.

Pleasure, I chase her and yet run from her.
Beauty has never felt so palpable. 

Goddesses divine, Beautiful, and feminine in all their forms
Sounds like symphonies...
Harmonious and revelatory, I saw stars that night, the universe in tune with her sounds.
Pleasure has never been so friendly. 

I watched them... watch me, please me, taste me, hold me.
Watching Euphoria unfold through those colorful waves of ecstasy.
Heaven was generous and welcoming.

You know, I am married to a goddess
A being so divine, her energy; pure and palatable
If she were the Sun, I'd be her distant worshiper earth
Utterly dependent on her warmth
and her in need of my constant admiration and devotion

My Moon,
mine as she moves my waters with every lick and tease.
As I lay at her mercy, I swear that I am not okay...
Shaking and aching in ways only pleasure can atone for 

To my Sun and Moon, I sedate my mind with hopes of your existences

-Yours indeed, Earth.