Every drop of your flesh

That trickles from your forehead

Touching your lips

Gliding your neck

Circling your pendulous breasts

Nestling on your navel

And finally merging 

In your oceanic depths

I want all of it

Nothing should go in waste

For those are the pious offerings

Of the goddess

For her slave

The one who glorifies

Her aura of sensuality.

©LR