Arousal

A tale of domination.


Arousal

Goddess comes to me.
I am captured,
Completed by her presence.
Caught in her aura,
Dangling in the web of her power.
She whispers to me, “I will blow your mind.”

Goddess comes to me.
She takes me dancing,
A puppet in her arms.
Goddess grinds her body against my leg in the heart of the dancing,
Yelling her joyous release to the music and the crowd.
She whispers to me, “I will blow your mind.”

Goddess comes to me.
She takes me shopping,
Paying to have my nipple pierced.
In pain I thank her for the gift,
Goddess is joyous in her power.
She whispers to me, “I will blow your mind.”

Goddess comes to me.
She puts her hand to my face,
The perfume of her arousal fills my being.
Goddess insinuates her fingers into my mouth stroking in softly,
I ache for consummation.
She whispers to me, “I will blow your mind.”

Goddess is here.
She has a girl caught in a corner, kissing deep and hungry.
Her eyes frightened in the embrace.
Goddess spins their intertwined bodies, forcing a thigh between the girl’s legs.
The kiss ends, Goddess engages my eye over the girl’s heaving shoulder.
She mouths to the girl “I will blow your mind.”

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