gossamer thighs

Your potential
a puzzle in pieces
a pleasurable pussy
peaking at its apex
gifts you have stored
beg to be opened
thin boundaries ready to burst
energy overflowing
seeks to connect with power
with source
with Me

while your pussy weeps
desire down gossamer thighs
with ballerina grace you slide
to serving from knees
heart pumping hot blood
into engorged tissue
binging lips swell and part
a constant drum roll
beats from your clit

there is music
but it evades your ears
which are tuned to my voice
like a hungry cat
strains to hear the stable mouse
“Rise for Inspection”
knees tremble as you rise
once calm breath is now a pant
legs wide, eyes lower, hands behind head
for the first time you feel the fear
of being lost in my world forever